turns... (Starts for the door, right. At this moment Bobbie bursts in.)
Bobbie. Mamma, mamma, he's here. He's in town. I heard it at the store. They drove in a little bit ago and stopped at Tolliver's to see Herbie. He'll be here right away! (Joe and Mable hasten to the other door.)
Mable. And here he is. (Runs out, calling.) George, George.
Joe. Hail the conquering hero! (George enters, Mable clinging to him, her arms around his neck. Joe grabs his hand and pumps it up and down—both cry out in unison.)
Mable. George, you old dear, it's so good to see you.
Joe. Well, well, well, how's the boy.
George. Say, it's great to see you folks!
Joe. But where's the little old uniform?
George. Say, how long do you think it took me to get out of that? (Taking off overcoat.)
Joe. Civies looked pretty good to you, did they? (Taking G.'s coat.)
George (shortly). I'll say. (Catches sight of Bobbie.) Well, don't tell me this is Bobbie. Bobbie, you old skeezix, what you mean growing up like that? Trying to bump your head against the ceiling? (Grabs him and boosts him up.)
