Ellen Stewart and her daughter Susan are in Richard and Marilyn's room. They preparing the room for the arrival of Richard and Marilyn's new baby, Max.
Ellen:	There's nothing more joyous than the arrival of a new baby.
Susan:	I am so excited, Mother! Just imagine—Marilyn and Richard must be thrilled! Oh, a new baby!
Ellen:	Max ... Max ... Max. Oh, it's a sweet-sounding name for a sweet little boy. My first grandchild.
Susan:	And my first nephew. [She looks at some photos of Max.] Isn't he just adorable? He looks a lot like you, Mom. He does.
Ellen:	Do you think so? [She looks at one of the photos.] Well, I guess. He does look a lot like Richard, and I guess he looks a lot like me. Oh, he's got Richard's eyes, though.
Susan:	I really want Harry and Michelle to see Max.
Ellen:	When are they coming?
Susan:	Tomorrow. Harry has an account to work on today. Yes, he does have Richard's eyes. Big blue eyes. The baby even looks at you like Richard does.
Ellen:	Well, children usually resemble their parents.
Susan:	It's true. Michelle is a lot like Harry in so many ways. And she's shy with new people, just like he is.
Ellen:	You really like Michelle, don't you?
Susan:	Yes. I'm very fond of her.
Ellen:	And Harry, too? [She looks at her watch.]
Susan:	Well ...
Ellen:	Uh, it's four-thirty. Oh my! Marilyn and Richard will be home from the hospital any minute, and we must prepare this room.
Susan:	Where will we put all the presents?
Ellen:	Well, let's take everything to the living room. Marilyn and Richard and the baby need the space. It's crowded in here.
Grandpa:	[He enters.] The welcome sign is up: "Welcome home, Max."
Ellen:	Isn't it exciting, Grandpa?
Susan:	Your first great-grandchild.
Grandpa:	Yes. Yes, sir. A great-grandchild. A great-grandson. Another generation to carry on the Stewart name.
Susan:	I love you, Grandpa. [She hugs him.] You make me feel so proud to be part of our family.
Grandpa:	And one day, you'll have your own family, and I'll be proud to be part of it.
Ellen:	Now you understand my feelings, Susan. I'm Grandpa's daughter-in-law, but I feel like a Stewart. He's always made me feel like his own daughter.
Grandpa:	Well, that's because you're so much like us—wonderful! [They all laugh. Susan and Ellen kiss Grandpa.]
In the living room a little while later. Susan, Ellen and Grandpa are wrapping some gifts for the new baby.
Susan:	[She walks into the living room and shows her mother that she has the wrapping paper for the baby's presents.] Mom, got it. [She sits down and looks at the baby album that she has bought for Richard and Marilyn.] This will make a nice gift for Marilyn and Richard. They can keep a record of all of the important dates and information about Max's life here. Let's see. [She takes a pen from the desk drawer and begins to write.] Name: Max Stewart. [to Ellen] Does he have a middle name?
Ellen:	No, just Max. I like that. No middle name. No middle initial.
Grandpa:	Like me. I'm Malcolm Stewart. Just Malcolm Stewart.
Susan:	And Max has your initials, Grandpa: M.S.
Ellen:	Uh, it must mean something.
Susan:	Weight: eight pounds six ounces. [She writes in the baby album.]
Grandpa:	Eight-six. Big boy! All the Stewart men were big.
Ellen:	Well, Robbie was eight pounds two ounces, and Richard was eight pounds three.
Susan:	And me?
Ellen:	Eight pounds six. You were big, just like Max.
Susan:	Eight pounds six, just like me. That's nice. Length. Length?
Ellen:	Richard says Max is twenty-one inches. Is that tall or average or what?
Grandpa:	Tall. All the Stewart men are tall.
Ellen:	Well, Grandpa, you're about five-nine or five-ten. I wouldn't call that tall.
Grandpa:	I take after my mother's family. They were ... they were ... they were average.
Susan:	[still writing] Mother: Marilyn. Father: Richard. [She turns the pages of the book.] And lots of pages for Richard's photos of Max.
Grandpa:	Speaking of mother and of father—and speaking of Max—I hear the car. They're here!
Ellen:	Oh! Oh, quickly! Go, go, go! [Ellen, Susan, and Grandpa rush to open the door. Marilyn, Richard, Philip, and Robbie enter the house. Marilyn is carrying Max.]
Ellen:	Let's see. Oh, welcome home. Oh, let her in. [to Richard] Wait with your pictures for a second. Come on, darlings. [to the baby] Sweetheart. ... Sit down right here. [She walks with them into the living room.]
Susan:	Oh. He's so cute! Oh, Marilyn!
Robbie:	Max looks just like Grandpa.
Grandpa:	A real Stewart.
Marilyn:	I'm so happy to be home with my family—and with Max. [The family continues to play with Max.]