_Peggy._ I thought you, were out in the snow!
_Bill._ In the SNOW.
_Peggy._ Why, you see--
_Bill._ Snow in the middle of July?
_Peggy._ Why, you see, dear, Will is writing a play, and the play is supposed to be in winter, and he"s got you in the snow.
_Bill (in excitement). Me? Me_ in Will"s play!
_Peggy._ Yes.
_Bill._ Oh, say! What"s he doin" to me?
_Peggy._ I"ll tell you all about it when he"s finished.
_Bill._ Say! I got to see that play!
_Peggy._ Oh, surely!
_Bill (seriously)._ Suppose I don"t like what he"s done to me!
_Peggy (to Will, who appears Left, wiping a dish)._ Another critic, Will! (_to Bill_) Now you must let us alone. Climb out, dear, and don"t disturb us again until we"re done.
_Bill._ All right. I"ll hold my breath (_climbs out_).
_Will._ Well, what do you think of it?
_Peggy._ Let"s go on; I want to see more. (_They sit at the desk._)
_Will._ The next is the interior of the restaurant. You know just how it looks--the one down our street. I"ve got to use two more characters from real life. First, that big Irish policeman on our beat. I must talk to him some more and make sure I"ve got his dialect right.
_Peggy._ You never would have talked to him at all, if I hadn"t put you up to it!
_Will._ Then, there"s the restaurant keeper. For him I took Schmidt, our grocer.
_Peggy._ You _have_ to talk to Schmidt--because we can"t pay his bills!
_Will._ I see him sitting at the cashier"s desk, reading a paper.
_(Interior of restaurant, with Schmidt.)_ It"s nearly midnight, you see, and there"s only one customer. _(Full light on Play-play. Peggy and Will make quick secret exit.)_
_Schmidt._ Vell, dis is vun bad night for business! _(Customer grunts, having mouth full.)_ I tink ve have too much snow already dis vinter! _(Customer grunts again.)_ You have some dessert, sir?
Vere is dot vaitress hey? _(Calls.)_ Hey, you! Belle!
_Belle (off Left)._ Yes, sir!
_Schmidt._ Vy you don"t stay in de room by de customers? Hey?
_Belle (enters, evidently weak and ill, supports herself by the chair)._ I--I was busy, sir.
_Schmidt._ Vell, you stay busy by de customers!
_Jack (enters from street, hesitating)._ I beg pardon--
_Schmidt._ Hey?
_Jack._ Can I get something to eat?
_Schmidt._ Vy not?
_Jack._ It"s late.
_Schmidt._ Ve close by midnight.
_Jack. (hesitates again, looks at clock, then goes to table. Belle brings napkin, etc., mechanically. He looks at card)._ I"ll have a beef-stew. _(Hesitates.)_ I think I"ll have a double order.
_Belle._ Yes, sir.
_Jack._ And a cup of coffee.
_Belle._ Yes, sir. _(Goes Left feebly. Customer rises, pays check and exit. Belle brings order, and Jack begins to eat voraciously.
Suddenly Belle staggers and catches at a chair. He starts.)_
_Jack._ Why, you"re ill!
_Belle (faintly)._ No, sir! No!
_Jack._ But you are!
_Belle (gazing in terror at Schmidt, who is reading)._ Ssh! Mr.
Schmidt will hear you.
_Jack (hesitates, then begins to eat again, but keeping an eye on Belle, who makes desperate efforts to keep steady)._
_Schmidt (looks up from paper, gazes through window and rises)._ Vat for a night for business! _(Goes Left, yawning; exit.)_
_Jack (still eating rapidly)._ You _have_ to work?
_Belle_. Of course!
_Jack_. Have you no friends--no people?
_Belle_ (_hesitates_). I"m not supposed to talk to customers.
_Jack_. But I"m asking you questions.
_Belle_ (_gazing nervously Left_). Yes, but I mustn"t talk. (_She clutches chair_.)