CURTIS--[Disgustedly.] You talk like an old woman, Big. What have
years to do with it? Martha is young in spirit and always will be.
[There is a knock at the door and MARTHA's voice calling: "May I
come in, people?"] Sure thing! [BIGELOW jumps to open the door and
MARTHA enters. She is flushed, excited, full of the joy of life,
panting from her exertions.]

MARTHA--[Laughing.] I've had to run away and leave them with the
governess. They're too active for me. [She throws herself on the
couch.] Phew! I'm all tired out. I must be getting old.

CURTIS--[With a grin.] Big was just this minute remarking that,
Martha. [BIGELOW looks embarrassed.]

MARTHA--[Laughing at him.] Well, I declare! Of all the horrid
things to hear--

BIGELOW--[Still embarrassed but forcing a joking tone.] He--
prevaricates, Mrs. Jayson.

MARTHA--There now, Curt! I'm sure it was you who said it. It
sounds just like one of your horrid facts.

BIGELOW--And how can I offer my felicitations now? But I do,
despite your husband's calumny. May your shadow never grow less!

MARTHA--Thank you. [She shakes his proffered hand heartily.]

BIGELOW--And now I'll collect my flock and go home.