[The phonograph has begun to buzz and hum.
Mrs. R. Hush!—it's Uncle JOHN'S present.
[The "Wedding March" strikes up with a deafening blare.
Jack (startled). Bless my soul! I thought something had blown up. "Hallelujah Chorus," is it—or what?
Mrs. R. (coldly). As it happens, it is MENDELSSOHN'S "Wedding March."
Jack. Sounded familiar somehow. 'Jove! MENDELSSOHN was determined to let 'em know he was married!
Mrs. R. That was intended to let people know we were married. It is our Wedding March.
Jack. Ours? You said it was MENDELSSOHN'S just now! But what are you turning it on now, for?
Mrs. R. Do you remember what day this is, by any chance?
Jack. Haven't an idea. Isn't there a calendar on your writing-table?—that ought to tell you, if you want to know.