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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mrs. Craig
- Oh, that never simply fell, Mrs. Harold; it’s absolutely shattered—look at the size of the pieces. It’s out of the question even to think of having it mended.
Mrs. Harold
- No, I don’t think it could ever be mended now.
Mrs. Craig (almost crying)
- That beautiful thing—that I wouldn’t even allow anybody to go near; and look at it now.
Mrs. Harold
- It certainly is too bad.
Mrs. Craig
- And, of course, I might just as well throw those others away now, for they’re absolutely meaningless without this one.
- [She turns away, in a pang of grief, and moves a few steps towards the left, then suddenly turns again to Mrs. Harold)
- How on earth did it ever happen, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
- I don’t know, I’m sure, Mrs. Craig.
Mrs. Craig
- I suppose Mazie broke it for spite, didn’t she?—Because I reprimanded her last night for putting things back of it.
Mrs. Harold
- No, she didn’t break it, Mrs. Craig, for she was out there in the kitchen with me when we heard it fall.
Mrs. Craig (turning away and crossing below the center table)
- Well, send her in here to me now, I want to speak to her.
Mrs. Harold
- Mr. Craig said that he broke it; (Mrs. Craig turns and looks at her) he said he didn’t like that ornament.
