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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mrs. Harold
- Why, that woman across the street brought them over to Miss Austen.
Mrs. Craig
- Mrs. Frazier, you mean?
Mrs. Harold
- Yes, Ma’m, she brought them over to the porch—Miss Austen was sitting out there sewing.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, you’d better take them out of here, Mrs. Harold: the petals’ll be all over the room.
- [Mrs. Harold moves across to the roses, and Mrs. Craig busies herself with the draperies in the bay window beyond the piano.
Mrs. Harold
- You didn’t have to stay away as long as you thought, did you?
Mrs. Craig
- Well, I suppose I could have stayed away indefinitely, if I had allowed myself to become sentimental. But I’m afraid I haven’t very much patience with sick people, Mrs. Harold.
- [Mrs. Harold takes the vase of roses and starts back across towards the portières.
Mrs. Harold
- Well, I suppose it takes all kinds to make a world.
Mrs. Craig
- I suppose so.
Mrs. Harold (stopping, and turning)
- Where do you want these roses put, Mrs. Craig?
Mrs. Craig
- I don’t care where you put them, Mrs. Harold, as long
