_Will._ Almost through.

_Peggy._ Will, do you think it can be good if you do it so fast?

_Will._ I can't do it any other way, dear. I have to throw it off at
white heat. We can go back and revise it.

_Peggy._ You look dreadfully pale, dear.

_Will._ I know--I'm tired.

_Peggy._ You promised you wouldn't work right after meals. How is
your stomach?

_Will._ Oh, bother my stomach! I can't keep away from this work,
there's no use talking about it. Come see what you make of this
manuscript. _(Peggy sits.)_ I want to show a front scene, the same
as in the last act. It's the restaurant again. _(The Play-play
begins to appear as in Scene II, Act II, but showing restaurant in
ruins.)_ It's morning. There's a difference, you see. The place has
been burned out.

_Peggy._ Yes, Bill and I had a look at it!

_Will._ There's the policeman on guard, marching up and down; and
Bill comes on. Here, read it. _(Full light on the Play-play.)_

_Bill._ Hello! What's happened?

_Policeman._ I'll give yez three guesses!