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_It is about seven o'clock of an August evening, the room feebly lighted
by a flickering acetylene burner. One feels the commencement of rain. A
door to the rear opens and the Everitts enter, the younger children
first._
HAROLD
She didn't give me any toast. I want some toast!
WALTER
A rotten supper!
MRS. EVERITT
Never mind, Harold, you had two cups of that beautiful milk.
ALICE
Of course it was rotten. Everything's second rate here. Ugh! what a musty
smell!
WALTER
I told father we ought to go ahead. The car could have done another six
miles easily. And we'd have reached the Mountain Inn.
ALICE
I'm sure there's a dance there to-night!
EVERITT
The car could _not_ have done the six miles. We were lucky to make that
last hill. You might have had to walk the whole way.
ALICE
Well, we always start too soon or too late. For goodness sake let's at
_least_ have some light. There's no use having it as dark inside as out.
(_Everitt goes about lighting all the burners_)
HAROLD
Hear the rain, rain, rain!
WALTER
It _is_ coming down. I never heard it make so much noise.
MRS. EVERITT
That's because city people never have a roof over their heads!
ALICE
Why, mother, the rain makes your voice vibrate like--
WALTER
Like a fire engine. I stood right by one, once.
MRS. EVERITT
Come, Harold, sit on my lap.
EVERITT
Shall I close the blinds?
ALICE
Yes.
MRS. EVERITT
No, don't. Nobody's about on a night like this.
HAROLD
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