_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.