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CRAIG’S WIFE
Miss Austen
- Is that so?
Mrs. Frazier
- Yes, I’ve lived alone now for nearly four years—ever since my daughter was married. Alone at fifty. (She laughs lightly) Rather a premature desolation, isn’t it?
- [She laughs again, a little.
Craig
- Certainly is.
Miss Austen
- I should say so.
Mrs. Frazier
- I remember reading a story by that name one time, a number of years ago; and I remember thinking then, how dreadful that would be—to be left alone—especially for a woman. And yet the very same thing happened to me before I was fifty.
Miss Austen
- Well, didn’t you ever think of going out and living with your daughter, Mrs, Frazier?
Mrs. Frazier
- Well, of course, she has never given up trying to persuade me to do that; but I always say to her, “No, darling, I will live out my days in your father’s house—even though he isn’t there.” I say, “I have my memories, at least; and nobody can take those from me.” Of course, she says I’m sentimental; (she laughs) but I’m not, really—not the least bit. Because if I were, I should have probably married again; but I feel that—
Craig
- I should think you would have married again, Mrs. Frazier.
