e could have got a job ...

KATE. [_With sudden determination._] All right. If he wants a job,
I'll get him a job.

MARTIN. How?

KATE. By asking for it. How do you suppose? I'll go right now,
before I lose my nerve. [_She powders nose before pocket mirror_.']

MARTIN. You were smart to dress him up first. Those clothes should
spell the diff between wages and a salary.

KATE. I'll take anything I can get for him.

TIPPY. [_Enters._] Well, I'm back.... Where's our Beau Brummel?

KATE. He went to change his hat.

TIPPY. That's good. [_Crosses to yard._] Bet you never looked at
Itzy. [_Goes out to yard._]

MARTIN. [_As_ KATE _puts on fur coat._] Funny time of day, Kate, to
start out to get a man a job.

KATE. That depends on whom you have to see to get it.

MARTIN. What's it to be? Bouncer at the Union League Club?

TIPPY. [_Re-enters from yard._] 'Im still smells a eetle bit
soapy.--Kate! Where are you going? Ken and Laura will be here any
minute.

KATE. Sorry, Tippy. I got my dates mixed. But I'll be back. Only
don't wait dinner for me. [_She goes._]

TIPPY. Now what the hell? Where's she going?

MARTIN. You can't tell. She works irregular hours.

TIPPY. But she promised to be here for dinner. Isn't her soul her
own?

MARTIN. Hadn't you heard she'd sold it?

TIPPY. [_Glumly._] That's a hell of a note.--I hope Ted gets back
in time. I don't want my dinner party spoiled.

MARTIN. He'll be back.

TIPPY. He looked nifty in the new clothes, didn't he? Laura will
like them.

MARTIN. Let's hope she doesn't say too much about them.

TIPPY. She'll be too busy telling you what a fine husband she has.

MARTIN. And her husband will tell me what a fine job he has, and
all about the sweet spirit of loyalty that exists in that wonderful
corporation. [_Stops to light cigarette._] Jesus, Tippy, if
prosperity really does come back, life is going to be an awful bore
for us revolutionists.

[_There is a knock_, TIPPY _goes and lets_ KEN _and_ LAURA _in.
They are happy and gay and terribly in love. She can hardly keep
her hands from caressing him. She finds threads to flick off his
sleeve and must straighten his tie._]

LAURA. [_Embracing_ TIPPY.] YOU dear!

KEN. Hello--hello.

LAURA. Hello, Martin,--you still a Communist?

MARTIN. And how!

LAURA. [_To_ TIPPY.] Are Kate and Ted going to be here too?

TIPPY. You bet!

LAURA. Oh, how grand! It's going to be like old times.

KEN. [_Tolerantly._] For