Mable. Where have they gone? They were here...
Miss Spangler. Oh, how disappointing.
Mrs. Cory. You don't suppose he saw us coming and ran? You know Herbie...
Miss Spangler (in distress). But not George.
Mable (sees the broken gun and picks it up). What's this?
Mrs. Cory. Bobbie's gun.
Mable. What happened to it? It's broken.
Mrs. Cory. How strange.
Mable. He must have dropped it. Stepped on it.
Mrs. Cory. You don't suppose George—You know some of them are queer.
Miss Spangler. But not George!
Mable. George is perfectly normal.
Mrs. Cory. Herbie Tolliver looks perfectly normal. And you know he runs when visitors come. And when I tried to speak to him on the street, to tell him how proud I was of him, he spoke dreadfully to me, he used language!
Miss Spangler. I hope you aren't comparing Herbie Tolliver to George!
Mable. George is perfectly all right, in every way, and if you will run in again after dinner, you will find him here and glad to see you.
Miss Spangler. We'll come again, but I'm beginning to think he won't tell us much. You
