der what they've got?

Tupper. Nuffiin'. They're a bit off _all_ right! _(laughs)_

Aurora. _(sadly)_ Are they, Tupper? Then why do they come 'ere?

Plant. _(aside)_ What has _he_ done to deserve a rich aunt who
has instructed me to draw up a deed settling a thousand a year on
him? It's disgusting! _(sits, head on hand)_

Tupper. _(sees Plant. head on hand--aside to Aurora)_ Oh,
p'raps it's 'im! _(comes to him)_ Anythin' wrong with yer 'ead?
_(touches his hair)_

_(Girls laugh--Plant looks dumbfounded.)_

Aurora. The doctor's wonderful clever for 'eads. _(same Bus.)_

Plant. Don't do that!

Tupper. Yus, 'e cured mine in a jiffy. I rekkemmend 'im to all
_my_ friends.

Plant. Ah, then I presume Doctor Sheppard has a large practice.

Aurora. _(cheerily)_ Oh yes, sir, 'e's allus practisin'--'e
practised all larst week on the milkman's baby. It 'ad the
direfearier, sir, in its throat, and the doctor was afraid the
cows'd catch it and spile the milk. 'E stopped up all night for a
week nussin' that baby. _(goes on scouring bureau)_

Tupper. Oh, he's a wonderful gentle gentleman, is the doctor.

Plant. _(aside)_ A "Gentle Sheppard?" Just what his rich aunt
hopes to find him. I must get a word with Ruby.

Ruby. _(to Tupper)_ Ah, you hear what his grateful patients think
of him.

Tupper. _(comes down)_ Grateful patients? _(shakes head sadly)_
No, miss, not yet.

Plant. You carry the medicine round, don't you?

Tupper. No, sir, not yet.

Pearl. But you're the doctor's boy, aren't you?

Tupper. No, miss, not yet--only 'arf of me, the other 'arf
belongs upstairs. You see, the doctor ends orf where the
stair-carpets begin; 'e shares me with the missus--an' 'e shares
the gal too.

Plant. _(rises, coughs)_ Ahem! That will do! Is the room always
so full of smoke?

Aurora. _(coming to him quickly)_ Oh yes, sir, wuss generally,
_(flaps wet flannel in his face)_ The doctor's a wonderful
gentleman for smoke, 'e lies on that couch smokin' all day long,
an' read in' this 'ere book, _(fetches it)_ You look at it.
_(comes down C.)_

_(Girls go up to her,)_

You can't make 'ead nor tail of it, 'cep' the pictures, an' they
is--well, there!

Plant. Ahem! That will do! _(takes it from her before his
daughters see it)_ What are the doctor's hours?

Aurora. I dunno, sir--all hours. Sometimes out all day. Sometimes
don't come home all night----

Plant. Ahem! That will do!

Tupper. Wednesday 'e went out, an' ain't