JOHN. No, it’s all right, I can stick it.
MAMIE. He’s awfully brave, you know.
TRIPPETT. You ought to have kept in bed. (Going to table R.C.) It would have been better if I hadn’t let you know I was coming. (Places gloves on table.)
JOHN. Oh no, it wouldn’t.
MAMIE. Poor John!
TULLY. Poor John!
TRIPPETT (gazes first at MAMIE and then at TULLY). Well now, may I ask a few questions that will help me to make out my report? (Pulls notebook and pencil out and looks round for something to write on.)
JOHN. Yes, ask as many as you like. (To TULLY.) Bring that table over for Mr. Stickson Triplets.
TRIPPETT. Not Stickson Triplets! Nixon Trippett!
(TULLY brings small table from down L. and places it on left of arm-chair. TRIPPETT brings chair from left of table R.C. and places it on left of small table.)