Her Own Way by Clyde Fitch


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Produced at the Lyric Theatre, London, in May, 1905, and afterward at
the Savoy Theatre, London, with the following cast:--

Georgiana Carley Miss Maxine Elliott
Mrs. Carley Mrs. Fanny Addison Pitt
Mrs. Steven Carley Miss Nellie Thorne
Philip Master Donald Gallaher
Christopher Miss Beryl Morse
Toots Miss Mollie King
Elaine Miss Marie Hirsch
Lizzie Miss Susanne Perry
Miss Bella Shindle Miss Georgie Lawrence
Lieutenant Richard Coleman Mr. Charles Cherry
Sam Coast Mr. James Carew
Steven Carley Mr. R.C. Herz
Moles Mr. Francklyn Hurleigh
Footman Mr. B.M. Parmenter




ACT I


_The nursery. Half-past two in the afternoon. A cool, delightful white
room, with a frieze of children playing in the ocean spray; shelves of
bright-colored books on the walls, and the months of a large calendar by
Elizabeth Shippen Green framed underneath. There is a deep bow-window at
the back; the principal door is at the Left, and a smaller one on the
Right. Toys of all sizes, for all ages, are scattered about with a
holiday air. There is a sofa on the Right and a hobby horse on the
Left._

_There are four charming though somewhat spoiled children, with
intermittent manners, with napkins tied up under their chins, sitting
around the table, which is a little to the right of the centre of the
room._

_The_ FOOTMAN _is busy removing the plates; the butler,_ MOLES, _who
stands behind_ PHILIP, _always takes_ PHILIP'S _plate. It is_ PHILIP'S
_birthday._ LIZZIE _stands behind_ ELAINE. _In the centre of the table
is a large cake with seven candles burning on it._

PHILIP. What comes next?

CHRISTOPHER. Soup!

[LIZZIE _and_ MOLES _suppress smiles, exchanging looks of delighted
appreciation of_ CHRISTOPHER'S _humor._

TOOTS. Ice cream!

ELAINE. Don't be absurd, Christopher, we've _had_ soup.

CHRISTOPHER. I like it!

TOOTS. I like ice cream!

ELAINE. [_To_ TOOTS.] Sh!

PHILIP. What comes next, Moles?

MOLES. I don't know, sir.

[_He goes out._

ELAINE. T'ain't manners to ask, anyway, Phil.

PHILIP. Who cares! It's my birthday!

CHRISTOPHER. When will it be my birthday?

[_The_ FOOTMAN _re�nters with plates, followed by_ MOLES, _with silver
dish of croquettes._

PHILIP. Here it comes; what is it?

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