KATE. Yes.--You guessed it. [TED _grows dismayed._] The job is elevator operator in the Graybar Building. It's a cinch. You don't even have to stop the car. You just push buttons. TIPPY. Automatic. All but the phonograph. And you're it. TED. In uniform! KATE. [_Impatiently._] Well, what of it? TED. And push buttons.... Floor, please. Two please. Five please. Right please. [_Laughs harshly._] KATE. Oh, so it isn't good enough for you! TED. Fifteen please. Twenty-six please. KATE. Well, what do you want? Vice-president in a bank? Wake up! This isn't 1929. This is 1935. You take what you get and are grateful. TED. Like a bellboy!-- KATE. It's a job. You said you wanted a job. TED. Oh God, Kate ... KATE. It pays more than I got for years. And I supported myself on it and you, too. TED. Listen, Kate ... [_Has some difficulty going on._] If it were an old freight elevator in a warehouse, and I could wear overalls, and pull on a rope that blistered my hands ... KATE. It's the uniform that stalls you, is it?--Now I see why they make soldiers wear them. TIPPY. [_Wishing to save the situation._] The British started that with their Red Coats, to make them better targets so we could win the Revolutionary War.--I learned that in school. KATE. [_Bitter._] You got it wrong, brother. It's to take the conceit out of a coward by making him realize he's no better than anybody else. That's what it's for! TED. Kate ... KATE. You said you wanted a job. I believed you. I asked for a job; any kind of a job that a man who had never worked could do. And I got one. [_To_ TIPPY.] But he doesn't want it. It's not because of the uniform. It's because it's _a job!_ [_She has turned her back on_ TED. _He quietly takes his new hat and coat and sneaks out. She turns as she hears the door._] He's gone. [_Pause._] I never talked like that to him before. [_With sudden fright._] Where's he going?--Ted! Ted! [_She runs out after him._] [TIPPY _follows to the door which she leaves open. An elderly, richly-dressed spinster, whom_ KATE _has nearly knocked down as she fled, stalks into the room. She glowers at_ TIPPY.] MISS DONOVAN. So that's the kind of a place this is! [_She stalks about and glares at everything._] TIPPY. [_Closing door._] Good evening, Miss Donovan. MISS DONOVAN. Irresponsible people! Wild and irresponsible people! To think that I trusted Itzy to wild, irresponsible people. TIPPY. My dear Miss Donovan, the distresses of my personal guests have nothing to do with my professional work. MISS DONOVAN. Guests! Was it your guests who brought Itzy home? TIPPY. Surely there is nothing wrong with Itzy? MISS DONOVAN. Nothing wrong! [_Portentously._] Itzy is sneezing! He has a cold! TIPPY. He was all right when he left here. MISS DONOVAN. Dr. Sayre, I told you never to let any person but yourself touch that dog when he was out of my apartment. TIPPY. But it's a very short distance and the man who took him home ...