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CRAIG’S WIFE
Craig
- How did this happen? (He kisses her affectionately) When did you get in, Harriet ?
Mrs. Craig (taking his hat and the newspaper from him and putting them on the table)
- A few minutes ago. I left Albany at noon.
Craig (tossing his gloves on the piano)
- And how is it you didn’t wire or something?
Mrs. Craig (picking up her own gloves from the table and straightening out the fingers)
- I never thought of it, to tell the truth; there was so much to be done around there—getting Ethel’s things together, and one thing and another.
Craig
- Was Ethel there?
Mrs. Craic
- Yes, Estelle insisted that she be sent for last Saturday. And for the life of me I don’t know why she did such a thing; for it upset her terribly. So the doctor said he thought the best thing to do would be to get Ethel out of her sight for a few days: so I brought her back with me. She’s upstairs, lying down,
Craig
- How is Estelle?
Mrs. Craig
- Why, I couldn’t see that there was anything the matter with her—any more than usual. But you’d think from her letter she was dying. And then I have to walk out, and leave my house for a whole week, and go racing up to Albany.
Craig
- Has she a trained nurse?
