Eileen
They’re all right for the ship, dear, but not the Riviera. Don’t you want to be proud of me—the way I look?
Fred
But if you’re going to stay in your cabin all the time you won’t need nothing but a Mother Hubbard.
Maxie
Well! All ready for the big trip?
Fred
Pretty near. The boat sails Saturday.
Maxie
I don’t know what you want to go to Europe for.
Eileen
Bristling.
Why not?
Maxie
Because he’s never been there. A songwriter never goes anywhere for the first time—they’re always going back to places. Back to Indiana—back, back to Baltimore.
Eileen
Annoyed.
Fred, are you going to talk to Mr.Mr. Hart?
Fred
Yes, ma’am.
Eileen
Well, this would be a good time.
She goes, in about medium dudgeon.