GOOGIN. Sure it looks like a chromo to me. MRS. GOOGIN (_angrily_). A chromo, is it? GOOGIN. Yis, or wan of them comic valentines. MRS. GOOGIN. Listen to that now. He says me own mother looks like a chromo and a comic valentine. I'm a lady, I am, and me mother was a lady before me, and if I wasn't a lady, sure I'd break the picture over yer head, Maginnis Googin. Insulted am I and right before me face! (_Weeps._) Oh, wurra, wurra, that me own ould mother, who was a McShane, should live to see that day whin her daughter's own husband would call her a comic valentine. (_Weeps and rocks back and forth._) GOOGIN (_close to her_). I said nawthin' about yer mother, Honoria Googin. I only remarked that the picture resimbled a comic valentine. And it do. And I'll lave it to Mr. Williams whither I'm right or no. MRS. GOOGIN (_rises with dignity, goes to_ KITTY). I thank ye kindly fer yer prisint, Mrs. Williams, and I wish yeez all the compliments of the season. (_Turns to_ GOOGIN _savagely._) As fer you, Maginnis Googin, ather ye beg me mother's pardon fer yer insults, or it's nather bite ner sup ye'll git in my house this night. (_Sails out at R. carrying picture and waste basket._) GOOGIN. Wait a minute. Listen to me, Nora, darlin'. Let me explain. (_Follows her out at R._) WARREN. Well, there goes Aunt Minerva. KITTY. And she sent it to us last Christmas. WARREN. I'm glad she decided not to visit us this year. Money is scarce at the end of the month and she's better off in Kankakee. New York isn't any place for Aunt Minerva on Christmas Day. KITTY. I'm afraid auntie's gait is not quite up to New York in the holiday season. WARREN. I think I'll try on my costume. Are you sure I can get into the ruff now? KITTY. Oh, yes. Wasn't that stupid of me? Just like making a skirt and then sewing up the top of it. (_Exit_ WARREN _at L._) _Enter_ GOOGIN _from R._ GOOGIN. Sure, it's a sad time we're havin' down in the basement. KITTY. What has happened? GOOGIN. Herself has locked the door of the apartment and divil a bit will she open it at all. KITTY. Why, Mr. Googin! GOOGIN. I'm in a pretty pickle now. All me money is locked up in me house with Honoria. You could be doin' me a great favor, if ye would, Mrs. Williams, mum. KITTY. What is it, Mr. Googin? GOOGIN. Go down to the basement and tell me wife to open the door to her lawful wedded husband. KITTY. Why, of course I will. (_Exits R._)