LIZZIE. [At the door Left.] Beg pardon, sir, but Moles has been and told me what you was going to do for him, sir.  Would you be considering it great impertinence if I asked you to take six hundred dollars what I’ve saved, sir, and do things with it?

STEVEN.  Certainly, Lizzie, send it by Moles in the morning.

LIZZIE. [Delighted.] Oh, thank you, sir!

STEVEN.  I’m glad to do it; you’ve served us faithfully for some years now, Lizzie.

[He goes out.

LIZZIE.  He’s gone, miss.

[She goes out also.

GEORGIANA. [Calls.] Ready!

[PHILIP turns and looks about the room, then begins to look under things.  He sees his AUNT GEORGIANA first and is about to touch her, but she laughingly motions him not to and points out TOOTS’S hiding place.

PHILIP. [Finding TOOTS, touches him.] You’re it!

TOOTS. [Very pleased.] I’m it!  I’m it!

[Jumps up and down.

CHRISTOPHER. [Disappointed.] Somebody find me.

PHILIP.  Oh, come on out from behind the curtain—­you’re—­easy.

[CHRISTOPHER comes out.  Meanwhile COLEMAN is heard calling, “Hello, Phil, Phil,” outside as he comes up the stairs.

PHILIP. [By the hobby horse.] It’s Mr. Dick!

THE CHILDREN.  It’s Mr. Dick!

GEORGIANA.  Oh!

[Starts to get out from under the table, but COLEMAN enters, so she crawls back.

[LIEUTENANT RICHARD COLEMAN is a handsome, finely built man of about thirty-two.  He is a West Pointer, is a good oarsman, a crack shot, and a good fellow all around.  No finicking about him, no nerves.  Just a sane, healthy, fine fellow.

DICK.  Hello!  Many happy returns, Phil. [Shakes hands.] Where’s your
Aunt Georgiana! [Silence.] Is she out?

PHIL.  No, she’s under the table!

CHRISTOPHER AND TOOTS. [Delighted.] She’s under the table!  She’s under the table!

DICK. [Laughing.] What!

PHILIP.  Hide and seek.

[DICK looks under the table; he and GEORGIANA laugh.

DICK.  Good morning, are you at home?

GEORGIANA. [Very embarrassed.] Oh, mercy!  Do go away so I can get out!

DICK. [Tremendously amused.] Come on out!

GEORGIANA.  No!  I can’t with you there. [Laughing.] Please leave the room for just one minute!

DICK.  Not if I know it!  Come on out!

GEORGIANA.  Not for worlds!  Go away, please! [DICK shakes his head
“No."] Then I shall never come out.

DICK.  Ah, but that’s hardly fair, because I want to talk to you comfortably.

GEORGIANA.  Well, then, come on under!

DICK.  Is there room?

GEORGIANA.  A cable car conductor who knew his business could seat four more people in here.