TIPPY. No. I have no place for that. I only wash them.

BISHOP. You wash them and they pay you?

TIPPY. Yes sir. That is, I wash the dogs, and the people pay me.

BISHOP. Ah yes. I understand.

[MARTIN _comes out with_ TIPPY'S _hat. Picks up his own._]

TIPPY. Clean dogs for clean people.

MARTIN. Lap dogs for kept women.--People are desperate and
destitute.--And Tippy washes dogs for a living!

BISHOP. It's a sad world. It's true that some have too much, and
many have too little....

MARTIN. But we mustn't protest. The meek shall inherit the earth!

BISHOP. And the devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

MARTIN. I respect any man for his convictions. But it seems to me,
sir, if you want to save the church when the revolution comes to
America, you had better see to it that the class sympathy of the
church agrees with the class sympathy of the man who founded it.

TIPPY. [_Hurriedly._] Good-bye, sir. [TIPPY _and_ MARTIN _go._]

[LAURA _quickly gathers up the tea things and puts them on a tray