you _think_ of it?

_Jessie._ Why Dad, I think it's funny.

_Dad._ Funny! You propose to take his side, do you? And now he's out
of college and has nothing to do but loaf around the house! I tell
you I've reached the limit of my patience. It's just as Bob
says--he's a parasite. Nothing to do but squander my money--fit for
nothing else, having no other idea! I tell you I won't support the
loafer!

_Jessie._ Dad!

_Bob._ You've brought the boy up wrong.

_Dad._ So you propose to blame _me!_

_Jack (appears in doorway Left clad in ragged anil dirty overcoat)._
Of course, Dad. It really isn't fair to scold other people for your
own blunder.

_Dad._ Oh, there you are! _(Notices Jack's clothes.)_ What the devil
is this?

_Jack._ What, Dad?

_Dad._ Drunk again, sir? Rolling in the gutter? And on your birthday
too!

_Jack._ Dad--