And you'll
be rich and famous.
KEN. If I kid myself, you needn't.
LAURA. But all this work, Ken ...
KEN. Won't come to anything. I do it from habit. I do it to keep
from going crazy.
LAURA. You do it because you know that fabricated houses are the
coming thing.
KEN. Hell of a chance I'll get at them.
LAURA. There are going to be dozens of firms in the field, and
they'll all want yearly models.
TIPPY. [_Sticking his head in door._] Attention! Sergeant Holden,
go at once to the nearest Commissary and requisition 454 grams of
sucrose.
[KEN _salutes and goes. The girls stare after him._]
KATE. Now what in the _world!_
TIPPY. Sugar, Katie. Sugar.
KATE. But how much?
TIPPY. One pound. He understood. A year in Paris, you know.
LAURA. Oh, I'm so sorry! I forgot sugar.
TIPPY. Sorry? It gives him a chance to buy something.--Your failure
to understand the masculine nature is appalling.
KATE. I'll bet you had sugar.
TIPPY. Yes, we had no sugar.--Forget it. [_Exits._]
LAURA. Oh these men!
KATE. You said it!
LAURA. [_Turns on her suddenly._] Kate, what's the matter?
KATE. Matter? Why?
LAURA. You are grouched. Ken is touchy, he wants to quarrel. Tippy
is too nonsensical, even for Tippy. Is something wrong?
KATE. Everything's wrong.
LAURA. Tell me.
KATE. Martin started it. He bawled Ted out for living off me.
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