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Page 34
The little girl grew up and went away. But it's _some_ little girl's
brook. (_Walter comes in with sticks_)
WALTER
I thought we'd have a fire.
ALICE
Good! Make a big one.
MRS. EVERITT
Now, Harold, mother is going to put you in a nice bed, right under the
roof where the rain-drops whisper and sing. (_She takes Harold out_)
ALICE
Where'd father go?
WALTER
He said he wanted a cigar.
ALICE
He's been a long time.
WALTER
Perhaps he's gone to look at the engine.
ALICE
Walter, what's the matter with them? Last night....
WALTER
I don't know. I heard them, too. It isn't the first time they have
quarreled.
ALICE
It's terrible!
WALTER
Father's got a rotten temper, lately.
ALICE
I thought she wanted him--
WALTER
She did, but he had no business to get so angry about it.
ALICE
But why did she want to change our plans at the last minute and go into
Connecticut? Everything was arranged to come here.
WALTER.
She said he had arranged it without speaking to her. She said--there's
something about it I don't understand.
ALICE
I don't either. I--(_Mrs. Everitt enters_)
WALTER
Did he go to sleep?
MRS. EVERITT
No. He is talking to the rain. I never heard him say such odd things. I
hated to leave him. It seemed as if he heard voices....
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