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PHILIP. [_Finding_ TOOTS, _touches him._] You're it!
TOOTS. [_Very pleased._] I'm it! I'm it!
[_Jumps up and down._
CHRISTOPHER. [_Disappointed._] Somebody find me.
PHILIP. Oh, come on out from behind the curtain--you're--easy.
[CHRISTOPHER _comes out. Meanwhile_ COLEMAN _is heard calling, "Hello,
Phil, Phil," outside as he comes up the stairs._
PHILIP. [_By the hobby horse._] It's Mr. Dick!
THE CHILDREN. It's Mr. Dick!
GEORGIANA. Oh!
[_Starts to get out from under the table, but_ COLEMAN _enters, so she
crawls back._
[LIEUTENANT RICHARD COLEMAN _is a handsome, finely built man of about
thirty-two. He is a West Pointer, is a good oarsman, a crack shot, and a
good fellow all around. No finicking about him, no nerves. Just a sane,
healthy, fine fellow._
DICK. Hello! Many happy returns, Phil. [_Shakes hands._] Where's your
Aunt Georgiana! [_Silence._] Is she out?
PHIL. No, she's under the table!
CHRISTOPHER AND TOOTS. [_Delighted._] She's under the table! She's under
the table!
DICK. [_Laughing._] What!
PHILIP. Hide and seek.
[DICK _looks under the table; he and_ GEORGIANA _laugh.
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