you before one-thirty, George. And, Joe, if you start George on his stories while I'm away I'm going to be good and mad. So let's postpone the talk till after dinner. Anyway, Joe, it's time for you to look after that freezer.
Bobbie. We're going to have ice cream. It's maple, the kind you like.
George. Say, that's worth coming home for!
Mable. Bobbie! That was a secret. Maybe, you'd better come along with mother now, dear. I may want you to run another errand. (Bobbie puts his arm around his mother's neck and whispers. She nods and he runs out. Mable follows.)
Joe (lingering), I hear you stopped in to see Herbie Tolliver. He's in quite a bad way, I guess.
George (shortly). Yes.
Joe. Many of 'em in that state?
George. Yes, quite a few.
Joe. Just what is the cause, do you think? I know they call it shell shock, but you wouldn't think that just a noise—still, I suppose the steady firing of those big guns kind of gets on your nerves.
George (shortly). Yes.
Mable (entering). That freezer, dear, it needs attention. If you'll see to it while I run over to Mrs. Cory's a minute, we'll be all ready. (To
