BUTLER. [_To the FOOTMAN._] Go and see if the carriage is there!

FOOTMAN. Yes, sir.

[_He goes out Left._

[_As PETER reenters from the back, with the water._

SUSIE. Quick now! Quick!

[_They stick one label on the big steamer trunk facing the audience._

PETER. I say isn't that great!

[_SUSIE giggles aloud with delight. The BUTLER, standing at one side, smiles. They put another label on the other trunk._

SUSIE. [_Giggling._] I heard them plan it,--they're taking one old trunk purposely so as people would not catch on they were just married!

[_Giggles delightedly._

[_The FOOTMAN reenters with a driver, Left._

FOOTMAN. Yes, sir, it's here.

BUTLER. [_To the driver._] You can take that first.

[_Pointing to the steamer trunk._

[_DRIVER goes out Left with it on his shoulder, and the portmanteau._

BUTLER. Now, James, you're to go over with the luggage to Twenty-third Street Ferry and check the heavy baggage; you know where to.

FOOTMAN. Yes, sir.

SUSIE. [_Eagerly._] Oh, _where to?_

BUTLER. I am hunder hoath not to tell, Miss.

SUSIE. O pish!

[_Kneeling in the big arm-chair and watching proceedings from behind its back._

BUTLER. [_Continues to the FOOTMAN._] And wait with the checks and Mr.

Austin's dressing-bag-- [_Showing it._] --until they come.

FOOTMAN. Yes, sir.

PETER. And make haste, or, I say, somebody'll turn up and give our whole joke away!

[_The DRIVER reenters._

SUSIE. Yes, _do_ hurry!

FOOTMAN. [_To the DRIVER._] Come along.

[_They take the big trunk out Left. BUTLER follows with the dressing-bag._

MRS. CULLINGHAM. [_Calls from the room at back._] Peter darling, are you there?

SUSIE. Phew! Just in time!

[_Sliding down into a more correct position in the chair._

PETER. Yes, mother!

[_Going to back._

MRS. CULLINGHAM. [_In the doorway, at back._] Come, take these beautiful roses from Mrs. Tillman!

[_MRS. CULLINGHAM and MRS. TILLMAN enter._

MRS. TILLMAN. [_With her arms full of roses._] Thomas will take them down.

PETER. No, I'd like to. Aren't they bully?

[_He takes them._

MRS. CULLINGHAM. [_To MRS. TILLMAN._] Good-by, and thank you again. I know you must want to go up to Jinny.

MRS. TILLMAN. Yes, she may need me to help her a little. Good-by.

Good-by, Peter.

PETER. Good-by, ma'm.

[_MRS. TILLMAN goes out Right._

MRS. CULLINGHAM. Why, Susie, how do you do?

SUSIE. [_Glides out of the chair and stands before it._] How do you do?

[_Embarra.s.sed._

MRS. CULLINGHAM. You're a good little girl, I hope?

SUSIE. I don't! I hate good little girls!

MRS. CULLINGHAM. O my!

[_She goes out, laughing, Left._