(A tap at the door, left, and Mrs. Cory looks in.)
Mrs. Cory. May I come in? Has the hero arrived?
Mable. No, not yet. But we're expecting him, any minute.
Mrs. Cory. I just couldn't wait. I'm so anxious to see him and to hear all about it. (Catches sight of Bobbie), who stands at attention, his gun in place.) Well, who have we here? Another little soldier! (Draws herself up in a military manner and salutes. Bobbie gravely returns the salute. Both women laugh.) Isn't that too cute!
Bobbie (confidentially). It's just a play gun. But Daddy says when I'm bigger I'll have a real one.
Mrs. Cory (patting his shoulder). Of course, you will. You're going to grow up to be a big, brave boy, just like your Uncle George. (To Mable.) I declare, it doesn't seem any time, does it, since George was his size?
Mable. No time at all. They do grow up so fast. (To Bobbie.) Put the gun away now, dear, and run down to the store on an errand for mamma. Tell Mr. Smith to give you the order that mamma telephoned.
Bobbie. Mayn't I carry my gun?
Mable. No, dear. I'd save that to show Uncle George when he comes.
