Martha.
Well, did you get my coffee and my sal-soda?
Lazarus points, without speaking, to the kitchen.
Beeler.
To Martha.
Did you send him to the store?
Martha.
Yes, I did send him to the store. If I had my way, I'd send him—further.
The boy hesitates, then goes stolidly out by the stair door. Uncle Abe lifts his arm ecstatically.
Uncle Abe.