CHARLOTTE. Well, I’ve had to stand for his family all my life--so I guess the country can. [_Confidentially._] JONES [_a little embarrassed_]. I see you’ve been shopping. CHARLOTTE. I’ve been buying some things for my sister’s wedding reception this afternoon. _The window of President Frost’s office opens abruptly. A white cigar emerges--followed by Jerry’s hairless eyebrows--passionately knit._ JERRY. All right. Go on and yell--and then when I make some awful mistake and the country goes to pieces, blame it on me! CHARLOTTE [_very patiently_]. Nagging me again. Picking on me. Pick--pick--pick! All day! JERRY. Gosh, you can be disagreeable, Charlit! CHARLOTTE. Pick--pick--pick! JERRY [_confused_]. Pick? CHARLOTTE [_sharply_]. Pick! _Jerry jams down his window._ _Meanwhile from the window above has emerged a hand holding a mirror. The hand is presently followed by a head with the hair slicked back damply. Doris, sister-in-law to the President, is seeking more light for her afternoon toilet._ DORIS [_disapprovingly_]. I can hear you two washing your clothes in public all over the lawn. CHARLOTTE. He keeps nagging at me. _Doris begins to apply a white lotion to her face. She daubs it at a freckle on her nose, and gazes passionately at the resultant white splotch._ DORIS [_abstractedly_]. I should think you’d get so you could stand him in public, anyways. CHARLOTTE. He makes me madder in public than anywhere else. _She gathers her bundles and goes angrily into the White House. Doris glances down at Mr. Jones, and, deciding hastily that she is too publicly placid, withdraws her person from sight._ _Jones picks up his broom and is about to go inside when a uniformed chauffeur opens the gate and announces:_ “The Honorable Joseph Fish, Senator from Idaho.” _And now here’s Joseph Fish, in an enormous frock-coat and a tall silk hat, radiating an air of appalling prosperity._ FISH. Good morning, Mr. Jones. Is my fiancée around? JONES. I believe she’s in her boudoir, Senator Fish. How is everything down at the capital? FISH [_gloomily_]. Awful! I’m in a terrible position, Mr. Jones--and this was to have been my wedding reception day. Listen to this. [_He takes a telegram from his pocket._] “Senator Joseph Fish, Washington, D. C. Present the State of Idaho’s compliments to President Frost and tell him that the people of Idaho demand his immediate resignation.” JONES. This is terrible! FISH. It’s because he made his father Secretary of the Treasury. JONES. This will be depressing news to the President. FISH. But think of _me_! This was to have been my wedding reception day. What will Doris say when she hears about this. I’ve got to ask her own brother-in-law to--to move out of his home? JONES. Have a cocktail. _He takes a shaker and glasses from behind a porch pillar and pours out two drinks._