JONES. I saw this coming. But I’ll tell you now, Senator Fish, the President won’t resign. FISH. Then it’ll be my duty to have him impeached. JONES. Shall I call the President now? FISH. Let’s wait until eleven o’clock. Give me one more hour of happiness. [_He raises his eyes pathetically to the upper window._] Doris--oh Doris! _Doris, now fully dressed and under the influence of cosmetics, comes out onto the lawn. Mr. Jones, picking up the broom and the puppy, goes into the White House._ FISH [_jealously_]. Where were you all day yesterday? DORIS [_languidly_]. An old beau of mine came to see me and kept hanging around. FISH [_in wild alarm_]. Good God! What’d he say? DORIS. He said I was stuck up because my brother-in-law was President, and I said: “Well, what if I am? I’d hate to say what your brother-in-law is.” FISH [_fascinated_]. What is he? DORIS. He owns a garbage disposal service. FISH [_even more fascinated_]. Is that right? Can you notice it on his brother-in-law? DORIS. Something awful. I wouldn’t of let him come in the house. Imagine if somebody came in to see you and said: “Sniff. Sniff. Who’s been sitting on these chairs?” And you said: “Oh, just my brother-in-law, the garbage disposal man.” FISH. Doris--Doris, an awful thing has occurred---- DORIS [_looking out the gate_]. Here comes Dada. Say, he must be going on to between eighty and ninety years old, if not older. FISH [_gloomily_]. Why did your brother-in-law have to go and make him Secretary of the Treasury? He might as well have gone to an old men’s home and said: “See here, I want to get eight old dumb-bells for my cabinet.” DORIS. Oh, Jerry does everything all wrong. You see, he thought his father had read a lot of books--the Bible and the Encyclopædia and the Dictionary and all. _In totters Dada. Prosperity has spruced him up, but not to any alarming extent. The hair on his face is not under cultivation. His small, watery eyes gleam dully in their ragged ovals. His mouth laps faintly at all times, like a lake with tides mildly agitated by the moon._ FISH. Good morning, Mr. Frost. DADA [_dimly_]. Hm. _He is under the impression that he has made an adequate response._ DORIS [_tolerantly_]. Dada, kindly meet my fiancé--Senator Fish from Idaho. DADA [_expansively_]. Young man, how do you do? I feel very well. You wouldn’t think I was eighty-eight years old, would you? FISH [_politely_]. I should say not. DORIS. You’d think he was two hundred. DADA [_who missed this_]. Yeah. [_A long pause._] We used to have a joke when I was young--we used to say the first Frosts came to this country in the beginning of winter. DORIS. Funny as a crutch. DADA [_to Fish_]. Do you ever read the Scriptures? FISH. Sometimes. DADA. I’m the Secretary of the Treasury, you know. My son made me the Secretary of the Treasury. He’s the President. He was my only boy by my second wife. DORIS. The old dumb-bell!