LIZZIE. He didn't! He didn't!
PHILIP. Yes, that's what Aunt Georgiana said, but I know better, and so
does she, I guess!
LIZZIE. Isn't he a case!
[MOLES _goes out with the_ FOOTMAN.
PHILIP. Now what?
CHRISTOPHER. Soup!
PHILIP. Ice cream! I want ice cream!
LIZZIE. Sh!
ELAINE. My mamma don't let my brothers behave so at the table.
PHILIP. Neither don't we, 'cept our birthdays.
[MOLES _reenters with a tray and plates._
CHRISTOPHER. What is it?
PHILIP. [_Screams._] Eeh! Ice cream! It's ice cream!
LIZZIE. Sh!
PHILIP. Go ahead, dish it out!
[_Laughs._
[MOLES _serves ice cream to_ ELAINE, _then to_ PHILIP, TOOTS, _and_
CHRISTOPHER.
CHRISTOPHER. Mr. Dick Coleman is gooder as Cousin Sammy Coast.
ELAINE. Aunt Georgiana is goodest as him!
CHRISTOPHER. Aunt Georgiana is gooder as mamma!
TOOTS. And most goodest as grandma.
[LIZZIE _exchanges a glance with_ MOLES _and goes out Right._
PHILIP. Grandma! Rats!
MOLES. [_To_ PHILIP.] Sh!
PHILIP. [_Shouts._] Stop, Chris! He's taking too much ice cream!
ALL THE CHILDREN. Chris! Chris!
[_They keep up the clamor, laughing and shouting, till_ LIZZIE _comes
back.
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