I don't know why not. We've had almost everything else. DILLY Mother's so _Mid-Victorian_! And ministers are finding they've got to do _something_ to make church-going attractive. What do we get out of it now? I've heard of preachers who go in for dances and movies, and they draw crowds, too. Naturally! Who wouldn't go to church to get a squint at Douglas Fairbanks? [_She has hung the star_] I'm through! MRS. GILLIAM Then come down. DILLY Believe me, I'm glad to get off this thing! [_She descends unsteadily_] When I think I broke an engagement with the best fox-trotter in New York to do a shimmy with a ladder---- [MR. BARNABY, _package-laden, enters L. He is the sexton, and of the age, manner and appearance peculiar to sextons_] Oh, Mr. Barnaby! MRS. THORNBURY [_Turns and is appalled at his burden_]: What have you got? MR. BARNABY Some more presents. MRS. GILLIAM Good Lord! MR. BARNABY [_Deposits his bundles on the steps L.C._]: Mrs. Tice brought them. She and Mr. Jerry Goodkind. [MRS. GILLIAM _nudges_ DILLY] They're just coming in. MRS. GILLIAM [_Sotto voce_]: Dilly, powder your nose! [DILLY _takes her bag from the communion rail, and obeys_] Mr. Barnaby, our star won't light. Will you see if you can fix it? [MR. BARNABY'S _mind is on_ MRS. TICE. _She is much too rich to open a door. He is edging L._] MRS. THORNBURY And Mr. Barnaby----[_Voices off L._] MR. BARNABY One moment! [_He opens the door L. Enter_ MRS. TICE _followed by_ JERRY GOODKIND. MRS. TICE _has just entered middle-age, and refuses to shut the door behind her. Her wealth, which has given her an air of great authority, has made it possible for her to look a smartly-dressed young matron. The truth is that she is clinging to youth in an ever-lessening hope of "keeping" her husband. Beneath the "air of authority" is something cowed, and worried, and unhappy. Just so, beneath the smiling, careless surface of_ JERRY _lies iron. He can be very ugly when he wishes, and he is always sufficiently determined to get what he wants, though he gets it generally by showing the urbane surface._ JERRY _would describe himself as a "kidder." He is 35; sleek, well-groomed, and perfectly satisfied with himself. His most engaging point is a perpetual smile._] MRS. TICE Hello, everybody! [_"Everybody" returns the greeting_] Who are those people on the church steps? A lot of dirty foreigners blocking the sidewalk! MR. BARNABY It's the grating, Mrs. Tice. The furnace room's underneath, and they're trying to keep warm. MRS. TICE Well, let 'em try somewhere else! [_Recollection of unpleasant contact causes her to brush her coat_] I don't mean to be unkind, but there must be missions or something! [MR. BARNABY _removes the coat, and then climbs to attend to the star_] MRS. THORNBURY We didn't hope to see _you_ here, Mr. Goodkind. MRS. TICE I met him in front of Tiffany's! JERRY