20
CRAIG’S WIFE
Mrs. Harold
- It’ll do after a while, Mrs. Craig; I thought the young lady had gone upstairs.
Mrs. Craig
- No, not yet, she’s going up immediately. (Turning to Ethel) That’s what I want you to do, Ethel—go upstairs and lie down for an hour or so; you’ll feel ever so much better. I’ll call you in time for dinner.
- [Ethel rises and moves towards the stairs.
Ethel
- I don’t think I’ll be able to eat any dinner, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig (guiding Ethel towards the stairs)
- Well, now, you might feel very different after you’ve had a bit of a rest.
Ethel
- I’m so terribly worried, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
- I know, dear child, it’s very trying; but it’s one of the things we’ve got to go through with, I suppose. Besides, worrying can’t possibly help her, dear.
- [Mrs. Craig continues with Ethel up to the landing, and Ethel goes on up the stairs.
Ethel
- Oh, how can I help worrying.
Mrs. Craig
- You can’t help it, of course, dear; that’s the reason I want you to lie down for a while. I’ll be up in a few minutes—just as soon as I’ve seen to a few things down here. It’s the room straight down the hall, to the right. Mazie’s very likely in there now. And don’t worry,
