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Page 43
MRS. EVERITT
What?
ALICE
Why, ever since father said I looked as you used to I've been thinking
about what you must have been like as a girl, and it came over me how
_useless_ I am. I've never done anything. And you must have done a lot.
EVERITT
I should say she did!
WALTER
There! Say, Alice, how'd you like to live in that white house we passed,
the one with the orchard?
ALICE
Really? And _do_ things?
MRS. EVERITT
Charles!
EVERITT
This is the most extraordinary night I ever heard of. Here I was, feeling
like a condemned criminal because I'd lost my business, afraid to tell
Mary and you children, and now you all seem positively glad of it. I
expected all kinds of trouble, and all at once.... _What the deuce is it?_
HAROLD
Rain--rain.... Mother, why can't the brook come back to the _same_ little
girl?
PICTURES
_A studio on the Rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs. There is a small entrance
hall, kitchenette, and a balcony before which curtains are drawn. It is a
winter afternoon, and a young man is busy at an easel placed close beside
the north light. A young woman arranges tea things on the table._
SILVIA
Joe.
JOE
Um.
SILVIA
Joe!
JOE
Um--um! _(She walks over, draws his watch from his pocket and shows him
the time)_
SILVIA
It's nearly four o'clock.
JOE
Just a minute--the light's fine, and I want to finish.
SILVIA
Yes, I know, but he may be here any minute.
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