Theft

{Tommy} (Laughing.)

But mama.

{Margaret}

(Herself laughing, but shaking her head.) No. Tommy First--

{Margaret}

No; you must run along to Linda, now, mother's boy. And we'll talk about that some other time.

(Tommy notices for the first time that there are persons in the room. He peeps in around the door and espies Mrs. Starkweather. At the same moment, impulsively, he withdraws his hands and runs in to Mrs. Starkweather.)

{Tommy}

(Who is evidently fond of his grandmother.) Grandma!

(They embrace and make much of each other.)

(Margaret enters, appropriately greeting the others--a kiss