Outside Lawrence Hospital. Then, inside the hospital on Friday afternoon. The four children have had their tonsils out. They are sad, and their throats hurt. Molly enters, and she talks to Betty first.
Molly:	It hurts, doesn't it? [Betty nods her head yes.]
Molly:	You'll feel better tomorrow, Betty, believe me. Only one day, and it won't hurt as much. Do you feel like eating? Having some dinner? Oh, don't look so sad. Let me tell you about your dinner. It's ice cream. [Betty smiles.]
Molly:	Ice cream. All kinds of flavors. Chocolate. [Betty shakes her head no.]
Molly:	Strawberry? [Betty nods yes.]
Molly:	Vanilla? [Betty nods yes again.]
Molly:	Vanilla, too? [Betty smiles.]
Molly:	I see you're feeling better already, Betty. So you will have dinner? [Betty agrees she will.]
Molly:	OK, honey, we'll see to it that you have strawberry and vanilla ice cream. Just rest now. You need some rest to help you get better quickly. [She walks over to Frank.] Hi, Frank. How you doing? [Frank is not doing very well.]
Molly:	Oh, come on now. You're a big boy. It doesn't hurt that much, does it? [She sees that he is in pain.] Oh, I'm sorry it hurts so much, and you won't be able to have dinner. You're just going to have to have ice cream. Yes, ice cream. Lots of flavors. Want to hear them? [Frank nods his head yes.]
Molly:	Chocolate? [frank loves chocolate, and he smiles.]
Molly:	Then chocolate it is. One scoop or two? [Frank holds up three fingers.]
Molly:	Three scoops? [Frank nods.]
Molly:	Then three it will be. [She walks over to Tim, and he holds up three fingers.]
Molly:	You want three scoops also? [He nods.] Chocolate, too? [He nods again.]
Molly:	Well, I see you're feeling better. [He shakes his head no.]
Molly:	Well, at least you're acting like you feel better. Three scoops of chocolate ice cream for Tim coming up. [She now moves over to Carl. He also is not feeling well.] Hi, Carl. How you doing? [Carl points to his throat.]
Molly:	I know it hurts. But it'll be better tomorrow. In the meantime, what would you like?
Carl:	Surprise.
Molly:	A surprise? I promised you a surprise, didn't I? And it wasn't just ice cream, was it? [Carl can't say another word. It is difficult for him to speak.]
Molly:	Your birthday is tomorrow, isn't it? [He nods.]
Molly:	Well, maybe, just maybe, there will be a surprise. But first you have to smile. I just want to see one smile from you. [Carl doesn't smile.]
Molly:	No smile, no surprise. That's the deal. No smile no surprise. If you want a surprise, then you've got to smile first. [Carl finally smiles.]
In the hospital the next day. It's Saturday, Carl's birthday. The children are feeling better. Carl is waiting for his surprise. Molly enters.
Molly:	How you all doing? Well, I'm glad you're feeling better because we have a little surprise for you today. It's Carl's birthday [Carl smiles.], and we have Popo the Clown to entertain you. And here he is—Popo the Clown. [Molly waves her hand, and a clown comes into the room. The children watch the clown, and they become happy. A little later, Philip and Mrs. Herrera enter. They are wheeling a table with bowls of ice cream on it.]
Philip:	Happy birthday, Carl. Happy birthday. All right, everybody. OK, Carl. It's your birthday. What's your wish? What would you like? [Carl pulls his ear. Then he points to his nose.]
Philip:	Hmm? [He doesn't understand.]
Molly:	[She understands.] You want to play charades? [They all laugh and clap their hands.]