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CRAIG’S WIFE
Craig (turning to her)
- No, I’m all right. Is that the morning paper you have there, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
- Yes, sir, I was just bringing it in.
Craig
- Let me see if, will you?
Mrs. Harold
- Yes, sir. (He takes the paper; and, stepping to the window, forward, reads it eagerly) Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Craig?
Craig
- Yes, I’ll take a little coffee if you have it.
Mrs. Harold (starting for the portières)
- It’s all made;—I’ll just turn on the percolator for a minute.
- [She goes out; and he stands reading. There is the sound of a door opening somewhere upstairs. He glances towards the head of the stairs, then crosses quickly up to the front door and out on to the porch. Mrs. Harold comes in again; and, picking up the dustpan and brush, comes forward to the mantelpiece and starts to sweep up the ornament and cigarette butts. Mrs. Craig appears on the stairway.
Mrs. Craig
- Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold (straightening up)
- Yes, Ma’m?
Mrs. Craig
- Has the morning paper come yet?
Mrs. Harold
- Yes, Ma’m, I just gave it to Mr. Craig; he’s reading it there on the front porch.
