Hobbies! Does one wear one’s self out for a hobby? Does one die for a hobby? Is the vote a hobby? Is the Woman’s Movement a hobby? Is Futurism a hobby? Is the Church of the Social Revolution a hobby? Is preaching the great truths of sex to one’s unborn children a hobby? Is-- MAXWELL All right, all right; let me slip in a word, won’t you? I’m not knocking any of your--devotions. I’ll get the automobile if you want it. I simply want you to make up your mind whether you want me to get it, or to use the two thousand for a bungalow at Amaranth, or wherever that crazy summer colony is. HELEN It would be lovely to have our own place at Amaranth--though I suppose you’d only come out for weekends--you know it’s the most wonderful place, with the most wonderful scenery, and only really interesting people are allowed there, poets and sculptors and people who really do things; and there’s to be a pageant this summer and Lionel Morris says he wants me to do my barefoot dance; but I do wish we had a car--it would be wonderful just to get into one’s own car all the time and go anywhere, and I could take parties of interesting people out on tours to Ellis Island and the Night Court-- MAXWELL The Night Court! Yes, I think if you run the car you will go on a tour to the Night Court pretty soon, and you’ll have a special cop to take care of you, too. But you decide to-night whether you want the car or the bungalow, see? I’m game to spend two thousand dollars on one or the other, but you’ve got to decide. (_From the dining room comes the loud clink of the steam radiator._) There’s that radiator again! (_The telephone bell rings._) And there’s the ’phone! (_He goes into the dining room and is heard muttering and pounding at the radiator, which continues to clink._ HELEN _goes to the telephone_.) HELEN Hello!... Yes; what is it?... Yes, I am Miss White. (_She turns and looks nervously toward the dining room._) Yes, this is Mrs. Johnson, Sam. It’s all right; I know what he wants. Tell Mr. Morris to come right up. (HELEN _and_ MAXWELL _reënter the living room at the same time. The radiator still clinks, but less loudly, with longer intervals of silence._) HELEN Max, Mr. Morris is coming up to take me to the Mortons’ studio warming. MAXWELL Studio warming, hey? Well, I’m going down to get Ryan to come up and arrange a dining room warming. It’s no use telephoning to him; he’ll just promise to fix the radiator and then go back to his chair and fall asleep. I’ll go down and drag him up by the throat. (_He goes out through the hall door, and is heard to open the outer door and speak to someone._) How are you, Mr. Morris? Walk right in! The madam’s waiting for you. LIONEL (_off stage_) Ah, thank you, Mr. Johnson, thank you.