Part 4

MISS P. (_Looking into kettle, gives kettle to JULIA_) There’s no water in it. (_JULIA starts to exit with kettle._)

MRS. P. (_Sitting L. of table_) Oh, daughter, dear. (_JULIA comes down behind table. JERVIS crosses to L. of MISS PRITCHARD._) I’ve been speaking to the Dean about having you and Sallie room alone next year.

(_JERVIS has crossed and joined MISS PRITCHARD. They exchange looks._)

JULIA. Why?

MRS. P. There’s something queer about Judy Abbott.

JULIA. That’s what makes her popular. You never know what she’s going to say next.

MRS. P. I prefer to _know_ what people are going to say next.

JULIA. Now, Mother, don’t you interfere. Here, open these crackers—(_Passes box to her_)—and—behave. (_Exits with kettle R.C._)

JERVIS. (_L. of MISS PRITCHARD, quietly_) Julia is coming on.

MRS. P. I never did approve of college for girls.

MISS P. Her roommates are _both_ charming.

MRS. P. The McBrides are very good people. The father owns a factory.

MISS P. (_Turning to JERVIS_) Makes overalls!

JERVIS. (_Shuddering, crossing to armchair_) Overalls! My dear Florence!

MRS. P. They are very wealthy.

JERVIS. (_Bowing to her_) Oh, well, in that case⸺

MRS. P. But I don’t know where Judy Abbott comes from.

MISS P. I told you that I knew her guardian. Mr. Smith is a charming man, what more do you want? (_Rising, crossing to JERVIS, turning helplessly to him_) You know him, Jervis, Mr. _Smith_⸺

JERVIS. Smith?

MISS P. Mr. John Smith.

JERVIS. Oh, John Smith⸺ (_Crossing to R. of table_) Yes—yes, John Smith. Splendid chap. Belongs to my club. Thoroughly respectable.

MRS. P. Yes, but Julia isn’t rooming with him. (_JERVIS turns from her to MISS PRITCHARD. Hopelessly MISS PRITCHARD sits in chair R._) Who’s the girl? (_Rising_) Who was her father?

JERVIS. If this little Judy Abbott was fitted by nature to appreciate the best, it belongs to her, no matter who her father was. (_Crosses over to R._)

MRS. P. (_Crosses over L. to desk_) Oh, dear, it’s awful the way the different social classes are getting all mixed up.

JERVIS. Awful! Isn’t it? (_Crossing to MISS PRITCHARD._)

MRS. P. At least we old families can stick together. (_Sits._)

(_Enter SALLIE with tea, followed by JULIA with water and JIMMIE with sugar. JIMMIE closes door after him. Their manner is mock jubilant._)

SALLIE. (_Crossing to L. of tea table_) Tea!

JULIA. (_Crossing to R. of SALLIE._) Water!

JIMMIE. (Crossing to R. of JULIA) Sugar!

(_SALLIE and JULIA put the water and tea into teapot. JIMMIE stands with back to audience, taking his handkerchief, spreads it across his vest front in imitation of a waiter._)

JULIA. (_Facing front_) At last this function is ready to begin.

JIMMIE. (_Facing front_) The tango tea will now begin. (_MISS PRITCHARD rises and JERVIS puts her chair at wall above desk. JIMMIE does a tango step down to JERVIS and MISS PRITCHARD while SALLIE and JULIA sing a tango tune. To MISS PRITCHARD_) Sugar or lemon?

JERVIS _and_ MISS PRITCHARD. (_JERVIS crosses to L. of MISS PRITCHARD_) Lemon! (_JIMMIE tangoes to L. of table._)

JIMMIE. (_To MRS. PENDLETON_) Sugar or lemon?

MRS. P. Lemon.

JIMMIE. (_Tangoing to R. and up above table_) Three lemons. I beg your pardon.

(_SALLIE comes down with cup of tea to JIMMIE, JERVIS and MISS PRITCHARD have eased over to JIMMIE, leaving stage free and clear up R. for JUDY’S entrance. JIMMIE takes teacup from SALLIE and turns, almost upsetting the tea by bumping into JERVIS. JERVIS takes teacup from JIMMIE, passes it to MISS PRITCHARD. SALLIE has gone back to the table and JULIA has taken a cup of tea down to MRS. PENDLETON and returns to SALLIE at the tea table._)

SALLIE. Jimmie, pass those buns!

JIMMIE. (_Taking plate of buns of table C._) The stolen buns? (_Turns to JERVIS and MISS PRITCHARD_) Have a stolen bun? (_Without waiting, crosses over L. to MRS. PENDLETON. JERVIS and MISS PRITCHARD, laughing at him, ease up stage R. of C._) Have a stolen bun? Do have a stolen bun. (_A vigorous knocking is heard. MRS. PENDLETON rises_) The police! Caught with the goods! (_Does a funny little dodge to L. of MRS. PENDLETON._)

(_The positions as JUDY enters are: MISS PRITCHARD R. and up. JERVIS L. of MISS PRITCHARD, so that JUDY doesn’t notice them at first. At the knock JULIA comes down to behind table and SALLIE down to L. of table C. MRS. PENDLETON is over L. of SALLIE and JIMMIE L. of MRS. PRITCHARD. Enter JUDY. As she opens the door and stands in hall-way, she waves her hand and says “Good-bye” to classmates who laughingly respond. JUDY swings into the room, slamming the door behind her and leans against the door._)

[Illustration: Judy leans against the closed door of the room as the others look at her from across the stage.]

JUDY. (_With a laugh_) Oh, I beg your pardon! (_Comes down a bit_) I forgot we were giving a ball.

SALLIE. (_Pointing accusing finger at her_) Judy Abbott, where’s that candy?

JUDY. (_Crossing to R. of C._) Oh!

JULIA. That you promised to make!

JUDY. Oh, I’m awfully sorry. (_Crosses to the table and her eye lights on box of candy. She raises it amusedly and says solemnly_) The Lord will provide! (_JERVIS turns away, smiling_) I learned that in my youth, and it’s true. (_MRS. PENDLETON turns up and JUDY catches sight of JIMMIE. JERVIS turns to JULIA, motions for introduction_) Jimmie McBride! Are you here again?

(_JIMMIE crosses L. of table as JULIA drops down R. of JUDY._)

JULIA. Oh, Judy, my uncle, Mr. Pendleton, my roommate Miss Abbott! (_JULIA crosses L., taking teacup from MRS. PENDLETON up to table. JERVIS comes forward and bows with some ceremony, holding out his hand to JUDY._)

JERVIS. This is a pleasure.

JUDY. (_Without paying much attention, shakes hands_) How do you do? (_Without allowing him to finish she turns quickly to JIMMIE and shakes hands with him very cordially. JULIA takes MISS PRITCHARD’S cup to tea table as MISS PRITCHARD goes down R. and sits at desk. JERVIS drops down and over to R. of armchair._) Jimmie, how do you manage to get away from Yale so often?

(_MRS. PENDLETON works up and across at back and over R., takes chair above desk, placing it L. of MISS PRITCHARD, sits. JERVIS, nonplussed at JUDY’S turning to the younger man, works over R. of armchair. JULIA and SALLIE drop down behind JIMMIE._)

JIMMIE. (_His hand on his heart_) There’s a magnet draws me.

SALLIE. (_Forces JIMMIE down into chair_) Jimmie, sit down and behave yourself.

(_JIMMIE rises and turns indignantly to SALLIE, who comes L. of JIMMIE. JULIA above chair. JUDY turns to L. of armchair._)

JERVIS. (_Is about to move armchair from over ink spots to near table for JUDY_) Will you⸺

JUDY. (_Hastily pops into chair_) Oh, no, thank you. This is just where I like it.

JERVIS. (_R. of JUDY_) Is there anything the matter with that chair?

JUDY. (_Innocently looking it over_) I don’t see anything the matter with it.

JERVIS. Is it nailed to the floor?

JUDY. (_Looks at him and across at GIRLS_) No, it isn’t—but that’s a very good idea. (_SALLIE and JULIA laugh with her_) Where’d all that candy come from? Did you bring it, Jimmie?

SALLIE. (_With satirical laugh at JIMMIE. Crosses up and around R. back of table_) Jimmie! Huh!

JUDY. You shouldn’t be so reckless with your allowance.

JIMMIE. Well, I⸺

JULIA. (_To above table at C._) A token of affection from Uncle Jervis. (_Crosses L. of SALLIE._)

JUDY. (_Looking at JERVIS_) Oh, really. Uncles must be rather nice. I never saw an uncle before. (_They all look at her._)

MRS. P. What?

JUDY. But I’ve often read about them.

(_JERVIS turns up stage, back turned to scene, enjoying JUDY’S replies._)

MRS. PENDLETON. And haven’t you any uncles of your own?

JUDY. Never _had_ anything of the sort.

MRS. P. (_Turning to MISS PRITCHARD_) What in the world does she mean?

JUDY. I never had any uncles nor aunts nor fathers nor mothers nor brothers nor sisters nor grandmothers—nothing!

MRS. P. Mercy, child! What happened to them?

JUDY. They were all swallowed up by an earthquake before I was born.

(_Everybody laughs—MRS. PENDLETON crosses to MISS PRITCHARD and sits, and JERVIS comes R. of JUDY._)

JERVIS. You occupy a unique position, Miss Judy. Allow me to congratulate you. (_Holding out his hand._)

JUDY. (_Regarding him with surprise_) Do you want me to shake hands with you again? I just did it. (_Giving him her hand and rising_) Oh, I’m willing to, but I thought you mustn’t shake hands with the same man more than once in an afternoon. (_Releases hand_) I read that in a book of etiquette.

JERVIS. What’s a book of etiquette between friends?

JUDY. I thought it took a long time to be friends with a man.

JERVIS. (_Playfully_) One minute is sometimes enough, with a man.

JUDY. (_Stepping back_) Do you want to know something—_funny_? (_SALLIE goes up to couch._)

JERVIS. I should love to know something—_funny_.

JUDY. You’re the first man I ever spoke to.

JIMMY. (_Crossing to L. of table, SALLIE above table R. of JUDY_) Oh, Judy Abbott!

JUDY. I mean the first real man. (_JERVIS sits on rocking chair. JIMMIE crosses over to JULIA at L. JUDY to C. of table. JERVIS over to MRS. PENDLETON and MISS PRITCHARD, and above them_) Oh, you’re not a man.

SALLIE. (_Coming down to L. of JUDY_) How did the rehearsals go?

JUDY. (_C. in front of table_) Awful. Bessie Carter is the leading man and I’m the leading woman. And in the middle of the most touching scene—what do you think happened?

ALL. What?

JUDY. Her mustache dropped right into my lap.

(_General movement. JIMMIE and JULIA start up stage, JIMMIE to table for candy, JULIA to sofa, SALLIE over to L., JUDY up R. of table. JIMMY offers candy—JUDY declines. SALLIE shoves chair L. of table in. JIMMIE and SALLY up to couch—sit with JULIA, JIMMIE C., SALLIE R., JULIA L., JUDY to C. of table as MRS. PENDLETON crosses to armchair and sits. JERVIS to L. of MISS PRITCHARD. They all laugh. JIMMIE takes box of candy, SALLIE joins JULIA and JIMMIE at L. They go up and sit on couch. JUDY follows SALLIE over L. and goes up behind table C._)

MRS. P. (_Crossing to chair R. of table at C. and sitting_) Oh, Miss Judy—to come back to that earthquake.

(_JERVIS shows by manner to MISS PRITCHARD his apprehension of MRS. PENDLETON’S attitude to JUDY._)

MISS P. Florence! (_JERVIS anxious for JUDY._)

MRS. P. You don’t remember either of your parents?

JUDY. (_Behind table_) I lost them both, before I was born.

(_JERVIS relieved, smiles at MISS PRITCHARD._)

MRS. P. But who took care of you?

JUDY. Different people. I have a _guardian_—who looks after me now. Daddy Long-Legs.

MRS. P. Who?

JUDY. (_Quietly_) Daddy Long-Legs.

JERVIS. (_Leaning over chair L._) That isn’t his real name.

JUDY. Just the pet name I call him by.

MRS. P. And what is the profession of this Mr.—Mr.—er⸺

JUDY. Mr. Long-Legs. He is an educator.

(_JERVIS sits L. of MISS PRITCHARD._)

JIMMIE. An educator? Sounds like a biscuit!

(_A laugh from JUDY and the GIRLS._)

MRS. P. By the way, Miss Judy, do you come from the New England Abbotts or the Virginia Abbotts?

JUDY. I believe—well, to tell the truth, I hardly know. My father never took any interest in his family.

MRS. P. And don’t you take an interest?

JUDY. Very little. I have never even joined the Daughters of the Revolution. (_Crosses to MISS PRITCHARD, who rises. JERVIS is R. of MISS PRITCHARD._) When will you see my guardian again?

(_MRS. PENDLETON rises and goes up to couch. JIMMIE and the GIRLS rise. SALLIE helps MISS PRITCHARD with her coat._)

MISS P. Very soon.

JUDY. Tell him I love him dearly. Then give him a kiss for me.

MISS P. Judy, Judy, what dreadful things you say. (_Turns up stage._)

JERVIS. I don’t wonder it embarrasses you. (_Crossing to JUDY. JIMMIE comes down, putting candy on table._) I think such messages should be delivered in person.

(_MISS PRITCHARD joins MRS. PENDLETON up C._)

JIMMIE. (_Coming R.C. L. of JUDY_) Oh, Judy, is it true you Freshmen aren’t allowed to dance to-night?

JUDY. (_A step to JIMMIE_) No. The gymnasium is not big enough.

JIMMIE. I can’t dance with you at all?

JUDY. (_Soothingly_) But you may have a nice long promenade up and down the bowling alley and all around the swimming tank.

JIMMIE. (_Grumbling_) I don’t want to walk all evening. I want to dance.

JUDY. Oh!

(_MRS. PENDLETON leaves up stage group and drops down to L._)

JERVIS. Then in that case you might bestow that promenade upon me.

JUDY. (_To JERVIS_) Oh, thank you. (_Turns and looks JIMMIE up and down_) I’d hate not to have any partners—(_Turning to JERVIS_)—especially at my first dance.

(_JIMMIE turns up and over R._)

MRS. P. (_Down L._) Your first dance?

JUDY. (_A step to C._) This will be my first dance—(_Indicates JERVIS_)—my first man—and my first evening gown.

(_MISS PRITCHARD down to MRS. PENDLETON._)

MRS. P. Mercy, child, how were you brought up?

JUDY. Very simply. We didn’t dress for dinner.

(_JERVIS feels the hurt in her voice and turns away R._)

MISS P. If we are going to see the campus⸺ (_MISS PRITCHARD and MRS. PENDLETON go up stage to JULIA and SALLIE._)

JIMMIE. (_Comes down R. of JUDY_) You promised to show me your running track.

(_MRS. PENDLETON crosses to door U.R._)

JUDY. Oh, no, indeed. You don’t like to walk with me. Run along and join the others. I’m going to put the room in order. (_Moves C._)

(_MRS. PENDLETON opens door and exits._)

JULIA. (_Crossing to door_) Come along, Jimmie. (_JIMMIE crosses to her._) She’ll catch us.

(_JIMMIE exits with JULIA and SALLIE crosses to door._)

JERVIS. (_At R._) This doesn’t seem fair.

JUDY. It’s my turn. Besides, I’d rather. Sallie and Julia would just poke the dishes under the couch.

SALLIE. Judy thinks we’re shiftless.

JUDY. You didn’t have my training.

(_SALLIE exits, MISS PRITCHARD crosses to door as JERVIS goes up and waits for MISS PRITCHARD to pass._)

SALLIE. (_Going out_) Will you come along, Miss Pritchard?

MISS P. I’ll follow with Judy. (_JERVIS exits, leaving door open. MISS PRITCHARD comes down to JUDY. They embrace_) Judy—I wanted a chance to see you alone, dear.

JUDY. Isn’t it wonderful that this is Judy Abbott?

MISS P. Yes, yes! But you must remember—it is better not to mention the asylum. (_Sits R. of table._)

JUDY. I haven’t told a soul.

MISS P. But you say such very surprising things.

JUDY. But how can I help it? You don’t know what it feels like to be shut up in the dark for eighteen years and then suddenly be dumped right out into the world.

MISS P. I know⸺

JUDY. The cat’s out of the bag a dozen times a day, but I grab it by its tail and pull it back.

MISS P. (_Laughs_) Yes, you must. People like—like Mrs. Pendleton would never understand.

JUDY. Do you know, she wanted to know my mother’s maiden name.

MISS P. Oh!

JUDY. I never saw such an inquisitive old thing. I’m going to put her in a book.

MISS P. That’s the way to take it.

JUDY. (_Lightly_) She doesn’t bother me.

MISS P. You like the girls here?

JUDY. (_Nods_) Yes—they like me, too. But it’s only because I don’t wear blue gingham. (_Crossing to R. of MISS PRITCHARD and turning_) You can accomplish anything you want to in this world—if you only have the right clothes.

MISS P. My dear!

JUDY. I’m wearing silk stockings. (_Sticks out foot and exhibits them_) Isn’t that a joke? Tell Mrs. Lippett when you see her.

MISS P. (_Embracing her_) Judy Abbott!

JUDY. (_Sits on arm of chair_) Jerusha Abbott—wearing silk—I wonder where she got that name. Jerusha Abbott.

MISS P. What do you mean?

JUDY. I suppose she took “Jerusha” off a tombstone. But I don’t know where she picked the “Abbott.” Unless, maybe, out of the first page of the telephone book.

MISS P. (_Distressed_) Why, my dear child, what an idea!

JUDY. (_Crosses in front of table_) I’d—I’d sort of like to know.

MISS P. (_Rises anxiously—following her, turns her round_) You are happy, dear?

JUDY. (_Rising, facing MISS PRITCHARD and throwing off her momentary soberness_) Happy! I’m so happy every moment that excited little thrills chase up and down my back. I can’t wait to see everything and try everything. I want to live faster and faster to make up for the time I’ve lost.

MISS P. (_Rising and crossing to her_) Child! Child! You must face life soberly. It holds many disappointments for us all.

JUDY. No! No! I’ve left all my troubles at the John Grier Home! Wait! I want to show you something.

(_Exits L. JERVIS appears at open door of room, comes down R., leaving door open._)

JERVIS. I was sent to order you out to look at the library.

MISS P. (_Crossing to JERVIS at R._) I’m just waiting for Judy.

JERVIS. You might leave me to do that and I’ll have a chat with her as we come along.

MISS P. Isn’t she sweet?

JERVIS. (_About to express his delight, changes his reply to a non-committal_) Yes—er—er—she does very well.

MISS P. Now, do you take back what you said? Is it a bad investment to educate a girl?

JERVIS. Doesn’t it strike you that she’s pretty familiar with that young McBride?

MISS P. No!

JERVIS. It’s just what I told you. We’ll no sooner get her educated than some young whipper-snapper will come along and want to marry her.

MISS P. He isn’t a whipper-snapper. He’s a nice boy.

JERVIS. He’ll be wanting to marry her.

MISS P. Well—when she’s through college⸺

JERVIS. (_Crossly_) I don’t care to have my ward throwing herself away on an overall factory.

MISS P. (_With a laugh_) Nonsense!

(_JUDY is heard off stage saying “Just a moment, MISS PRITCHARD.” JERVIS cautions MISS PRITCHARD quietly and escorts her up to door L. She exits and he closes door and comes down R., as JUDY comes from the room L., holding up in front of her a white evening frock, so that it completely shuts off a view of the room._)

JUDY. (_By door_) Look at my new gown that I’m going to wear to-night. Daddy gave it to me. Did you ever see anything so lovely?

JERVIS. (_R. of C._) Well—I’m not much⸺

JUDY. (_Lowering gown and looking over top in consternation_) Oh, good gracious sakes alive! How did you get here?

JERVIS. Through the door.

JUDY. Where’s Miss Pritchard?

JERVIS. Library. I told her we’d come along.

JUDY. (_Laughing_) Oh, I’m sorry. Just a second. (_She dives back into room, leaves the gown and re-appears, crosses to C._) Ready?

JERVIS. (_R. by armchair_) That library doesn’t appeal to me very much. Let’s wait here.

JUDY. (_Dubiously_) Without a chaperone?

JERVIS. I’m an uncle.

JUDY. And then, of course—you’re old.

JERVIS. Yes, exactly. I’m old. (_Motions to armchair_) Suppose we sit down here and have a cozy, elderly flirtation all by ourselves. (_JUDY sits—JERVIS gets chair at R. and comes back and sits R. of JUDY._)

JUDY. (_With a laugh_) Oh, I’d love to have a flirtation with a Pendleton! That would be a beautiful joke.

JERVIS. Why a joke?

JUDY. You wouldn’t understand—you know before I came to college I never realized that anything so superior ever existed as a Pendleton.

JERVIS. Oh, I see. You’ve had quite a dose of Julia.

JUDY. She has mentioned her family. I feel that it’s a great honor to be seated in your presence.

JERVIS. (_Gruffly_) You rub some sense into my niece.

JUDY. I’m trying to do my best—but Gee Whiz!

JERVIS. What?

JUDY. Oh! Isn’t it ladylike to say—Gee Whiz?

JERVIS. Never!

JUDY. Don’t you approve of slang?

JERVIS. Not from you! (_Turns away._)

JUDY. Would you like to hear me swear?

JERVIS. No!

JUDY. I could. I’ve picked up quite a large vocabulary from all the tough little Bowery boys I’ve known.

JERVIS. Where did you ever know any tough little Bowery boys?

JUDY. I used to be connected with a—charity.

JERVIS. What sort of charity?

JUDY. Oh, for children. A lot of nice, kind, benevolent old Johnnies used to come every month and pat them on the head and murmur, “Poor, homeless, little waifs!” And then find fault with the way the floors were scrubbed and have refreshments, and go home, and forget all about them for another month. It was very sweet.

JERVIS. And what part did you play in this little comedy?

JUDY. I? Oh, I used to watch them, and smile a little behind their backs. (_She gets up in a sudden access of fierceness_) I hate charitable people. (_JERVIS rises. JUDY turns and faces him contritely_) I didn’t mean that! The only man I love in all the world is charitable. (_She notices that he has risen again, suddenly_) Do you have to stand up every time I do?

JERVIS. (_Takes chair back of table R._) It’s a polite thing for a gentleman to do.

JUDY. It must be an awful nuisance to be a gentleman.

JERVIS. Eh?

JUDY. I’m glad I’m not one.

JERVIS. I’m glad, too.

JUDY. You don’t like my manners, do you?

JERVIS. You have very—sudden manners.

JUDY. I learned them out of a book. Cost a dollar and fifteen cents.

JERVIS. It pays to get a good quality.

(_JUDY takes book from shelf under table, goes back to armchair. Sits._)

JUDY. Sit down. (_JERVIS sits and JUDY reads from book_) “A lady never accepts presents from a man but flowers and candy.”

JERVIS. How about that new frock?

JUDY. From Daddy Long-Legs? Oh, that’s different. He belongs to me.

JERVIS. (_Leans forward interestedly_) Oh!

JUDY. (_Turns another page_) “When a lady breaks her engagement to marry a man, she returns all his presents.” That’s a very useful thing to know. (_Rises, JERVIS also rises, laughing heartily. JUDY tosses book on table with a laugh_) Isn’t it silly? (_Crosses to C. in front of table._)

JERVIS. (_Crosses to armchair_) You stay kind-hearted and don’t hurt people’s feelings—and that’s all the manners you need.

JUDY. (_Turning to him_) You know, Mr. Pendleton, I like you. You are so sort of sensible, and grown-up⸺

JERVIS. And old⸺

JUDY. I wish I had an uncle! I wish I had a _lot_ of family.

JERVIS. I am entirely at your disposal. Anything you wish—by adoption.

JUDY. Really?

JERVIS. Yes.

JUDY. I want a grandmother more than anything in the world. Will you be my grandmother, Mr. Pendleton?

JERVIS. No, I take that offer back. (_To armchair_) We’ll just be friends.

JUDY. (_With a sigh_) It’s sometimes awfully lonely without a family.

JERVIS. It’s sometimes awfully lonely with a family.

JUDY. (_Thoughtfully_) But at least I’ve escaped one thing. I never get homesick. (_Turns away._)

JERVIS. (_Breaks situation_) Where are you spending your vacation this summer?

JUDY. On a farm in Connecticut. But I wanted to go to the McBrides’ camp in the Adirondacks.

JERVIS. Well, why don’t you go?

JUDY. Daddy Long-Legs wouldn’t let me.

JERVIS. (_A step to C._) I see. Who owns this farm? (_Hands in pockets._)

JUDY. Mrs. Semple.

JERVIS. Mrs. Semple?

JUDY. Lock Willow’s the name.

JERVIS. Lock Willow! Well, well. Isn’t that a coincidence. Lizzie Semple was my nurse when I was a little shaver.

JUDY. (_A step back_) Your nurse?

JERVIS. Yes.

JUDY. Gee whiz! (_Turns away._)

JERVIS. Take care.

JUDY. (_Turns to him_) She must be awfully old.