CRAIG’S WIFE
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- of vast amusement) I can’t think of anything much prettier than to have rose petals scattered all over the lawn.
- [He sits down.
Mrs. Craig (straightening the big chair in front of the fireplace)
- You’d have a nice looking place, I must say.
Craig
- It’s a wonder she wouldn’t bring a few of those roses over here to Auntie Austen.
Mrs. Craig
- I guess she has sense enough to know that if we wanted roses we could plant some. (She starts across towards him, above the center table, glancing toward the head of the stairs) Listen; she’s apt to be down here any minute, Walter, and if I were you I wouldn’t be sitting there when she comes; for if she sees you you’ll never get away till she’s told you her entire history. I’ve just escaped it twice.
- [She gathers her things together on the table.
Craig
- I’ve talked to her a couple of times on the way up from the garage.
Mrs. Craig
- You mean she’s talked to you.
Craig
- No, she was out there fixing the roses when I came by.
Mrs. Craig
- Of course she was. That’s where she is most of the time. (Becoming confidential, and moving towards him, below the table) And the funny part of it is, Walter, I don’t think she realizes that people know exactly why
