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CRAIG’S WIFE
Craig (reëntering, and crossing directly over to the bay window at the left)
- Who is it?
Mrs. Craig
- The lady of the roses, across the street there.
Craig
- Mrs. Frazier?
Mrs. Craig
- Yes. She’s getting very sociable.
Craig
- She certainly has some beautiful roses over there, hasn’t she?
Mrs. Craig
- She ought to have; she has nothing to do but look after them.
Craig
- Those ramblers make a pretty effect, down at the side there, don’t they?
Mrs. Craig
- Wait till you see them a week from now.
Craig (turning to her)
- Why?
Mrs. Craig
- Why, there’ll be petals all over the place over there.
Craig
- That ought to be prettier than the way it is now.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, you might not think it was so pretty if you had to sweep them up.
Craig (taking some papers from his inside pocket, and moving to the chair beside the piano)
- I wouldn’t sweep them up. (Mrs. Craig makes a sound
