[_This chorus repeats._]
[_The_ BISHOP _has appeared in the open doorway; they do not see
him and march and sing lustily_, BISHOP HOLDEN _stands and watches
them in growing consternation. They see him and stop suddenly. Only_
MARTIN'S _voice finishes the last line._]
LAURA. Bishop Holden!
BISHOP. What is this?
KEN. Hello, Dad.
TIPPY. Just a bit of fun. [_He tosses the broom with its flag into
a corner, but has forgotten to take off bandage. He steps up and
offers his hand to the Bishop._] How are you, sir?
BISHOP. [_Shaking hands._] What is the matter with your head?
TIPPY. Oh Jesus! [_Yanks off towel._]
BISHOP. Were you rehearsing for a theatrical?
TIPPY. Full dress. My wound was dressed with red ink.
BISHOP. And that song you were singing? I couldn't quite place it.
MARTIN. That's a Red Army song.
BISHOP. Red Army?
MARTIN. Soviet--Russian.
BISHOP. So you were all engaged in a little burlesque? Sorry to
have disturbed you.
MARTIN. Tippy was making it burlesque. He refuses to take anything
seriously.
BISHOP. And the--uh--occasion?
MARTIN. The occasion was that I had just brought home those
posters.
BISHOP. [_Looking at the posters._] Ah, I see.
MARTIN. How do you like them?
BISHOP. The lettering has some Greek characters. I take it that is
Russian?
KEN. Of course, dad. They're Soviet posters.
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