Jack. Yes, I get you—­only I’ll freeze in the meantime.

Bill. Youse keep movin’.  Hustle along now!

Jack. All right. (Goes off Left stamping his feet, blowing his fingers.)

Bill. Youse come back now!  Don’t fergit! (Stands looking after Jack.) Gee!  I like that guy!

Peggy. Will! (Faint light on the Real-play.)

Will. (Off.) What is it?

Peggy. You’re sending him off!  But where’s the heart interest?

Will. It’s coming right now!

Peggy. What’s it to be?

Will (appears Left with dishes in arms). Why, dearest, there’s only one thing it could be!

Peggy. What is that?

Will. You know I have only one heart-interest!

Peggy (looks at him, then rises and steps to him, with Mss. in her hand). You dear, sweet boy?

Will (steps back out of sight). Look out for my dishes! (as Peggy follows off, sounds of kisses heard) My heart-interest!  My dear, blessed heart-interest!  My only heart-interest in the world! (Full light rises slowly on the Play-play.  The door of restaurant opens, and Peggy appears in the entrance, as Belle, with a waitress’s costume.  She stands gazing out, as if getting breath of fresh air, being ill.  Then she draws back and closes the door.)

Jack (enters Left). Gee, I never thought it would be as bad as this! (goes to window of restaurant) I’ve got to get something to eat—­there’s no use talking about it!  I don’t believe that kid is coming back!  I don’t believe he could help me, anyway! (wanders back and forth again, goes to door, hesitates) I want something to eat! I don’t care what happens, I can’t stand it! (enters door of restaurant).

Bill (pokes head in from fire-escape). Say, Peggy! (Play-play fades.)

Peggy (appears in doorway, Left, having Mss. in her hand). Oh, Bill!  You startled me so!

Bill. What’s the matter?

Peggy. I thought you, were out in the snow!

Bill. In the SNOW.

Peggy. Why, you see—­

Bill. Snow in the middle of July?

Peggy. Why, you see, dear, Will is writing a play, and the play is supposed to be in winter, and he’s got you in the snow.

Bill (in excitement).  Me?  Me in Will’s play!

Peggy. Yes.

Bill. Oh, say!  What’s he doin’ to me?

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.