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CRAIG’S WIFE
- gets up nervously and moves across to the front of the center table, touching her eyes and her hair) I do hope you’ll pardon my walking in without ringing, but I thought Miss Austen ’ud be on the front porch, and I wanted to bring her these roses. (She hands Mrs. Craig the roses) I was telling her yesterday I’d bring her over some; she was saying she admired white roses so much; and I have so many of them over there just now.
Mrs. Craig
- I haven’t seen her yet this morning.
Mrs. Frazier (preparing to go)
- Well, if you’ll just tell her I left them.
Mrs. Craig
- Yes, I shall; thanks ever so much.
Mrs. Frazier (turning back)
- Oh, have you had any word about your sister this morning, Mrs. Craig? Miss Austen was telling me yesterday she was quite ill.
Mrs. Craig (starting to cry again)
- She died this morning at six o’clock.
Mrs. Frazier
- Oh, dear me, how sad.
Mrs. Craig
- I just had this wire.
Mrs. Frazier
- Dear, dear, dear, isn’t that too bad!
Mrs. Craig
- I had no idea she was so ill or I should never have come back.
Mrs. Frazier
- Dear, dear, dear, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you at all.
