ESTHER—[Pityingly.] Curt, dear, we don't think anything except what you've made us think with your crazy carrying-on.
CURTIS—[Looking from one to the other of them.]Yes—all of you—it's on your faces. [His eyes fix themselves on his aunt.] No, you don't—you don't—
MRS. DAVIDSON—I? Don't what, Curtis? My,how sick you look, poor boy!
CURTIS—You—don't believe—this child—
MRS. DAVIDSON—He's the sweetest baby I ever saw [proudly] and Jayson right to the tips of his toes.