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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mazie
- Yes, I know you can. Was he here?
Mrs. Harold
- He wasn’t at first, but I think he must have come down while they were at it. I heard her say she didn’t want her house made a thoroughfare for the neighborhood.
Mazie
- Can you imagine it—as though anybody ever came in here.
Mrs. Harold
- That’s what I felt like sayin’. But Miss Austen told her.
Mazie
- Did she?
Mrs. Harold
- I should say she did. It didn’t take Mrs. Craig long to get out of the room once Miss Austen got started.
- [A door closes upstairs, and Mazie darts to the center table and settles the table scarf. Mrs. Harold steps to the big chair in front of the mantelpiece and feigns to be occupied in setting it straight. Mazie glances over her right shoulder up the stairs, then steps up to the foot of the stairs and glances up. Then she hurries forward to Mrs. Harold again, glancing through the portières as she goes.
Mazie
- What did Mrs, Craig do, walk out of the room?
Mrs. Harold
- Yes. She said she had something else to do besides listenin’ to a lot of silly talk. (Mazie raises her eyes to heaven) I felt like sayin’ I’d like to know what it was she had to do.
Mazie
- So would I.
