[_ANNIE comes from the house with suit-case, shawl-strap and hand-bag on long strings. Marches straight to left of stage, makes a face at the sun, marches to gate left rear and off._ ALICE Eddy, go _after_ her! Heavens! Has _no_ one a mind? Go _after_ her! EDDY What’s the good of going after her without a clock? ALICE Well, get a clock! For heaven’s sake, get a clock! Eloise, get off the grave of the alarm clock! [_ELOISE stands like a monument. To EDDY._] Well, there are graves all around you. Dig something else up. No! You call her back. I’ll-- [_Snatches spade, which is resting against sun-dial pedestal, begins to dig. EDDY stands at back, calling._ EDDY Annie! Oh, Annie! _Wait_, Annie! ALICE [_While frantically digging._] Say something to _interest_ her, imbecile! EDDY [_Stick in one hand, straw hat in the other, making wild signals with both._] Come home, Annie! Clock! Clock! [_Giving up that job and throwing off his coat._] You interest her and I’ll dig. [_They change places._ ALICE She’s most to the bend! Eddy, don’t you know how to _dig_? [_EDDY, who has been digging with speed and skill, produces the clock with which ELOISE’S grandmother started housekeeping. Starts to dash off with it._ ELOISE [_Dully._] That clock doesn’t keep time. Annie hates it. IAN [_As if irritated by all this inefficiency._] What she wants is the alarm clock. Get off the grave, Eloise. [_He disinters alarm clock and with it runs after ANNIE. ALICE draws a long breath and rubs her back. EDDY brings the clock he dug up and sets it on the pedestal. Then he looks down at the disturbed graves._ EDDY Here’s a watch! [_Lifts it from the grave; holds it out to ELOISE; she does not take it. He puts it on the pedestal beside the clock._] Here’s another watch. [_Holds up IAN’S watch._] Quite a valuable piece of ground. [_Now is heard the smothered voice of a cuckoo._ ALICE [_Jumping._] What’s that? ELOISE The cuckoo. I suppose it’s lonesome. ALICE [_Outraged._] Cuckoo! [_Pointing._] In that grave? The cuckoo we gave you? [_ELOISE nods._] You buried our wedding present? [_ELOISE again nods. EDDY and ALICE draw together in indignation._] Well, I must say, the people who try to lead the right kind of lives _always_ do the wrong thing. [_Stiffly._] I am not accustomed to having my wedding presents put in graves. Will you please dig it up, Eddy? It will do very well on the mantel in our library. And my back nearly broken digging for your cook! [_She holds her back. While EDDY is digging up the cuckoo, ANNIE and IAN appear and march across from gate to house, ANNIE triumphantly bearing her alarm clock, IAN--a captive at her chariot wheels--following with suit-case, shawl strap and long strings of bag around his wrist. A moment later IAN comes out of the house, looks at each dug-up thing, stands by the grave of the sun-dial. Enter MRS. STUBBS._ MRS. STUBBS