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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mrs. Craig
- But there’s no train, dear, until the nine-seventeen.
Ethel
- Well, it’s nearly that now, isn’t it?
- [Mrs. Craig looks at her watch.
Mrs. Craig
- It isn’t a quarter of nine yet.
Ethel
- Well, it’ll take that time to get to the station, won’t it?
Mrs. Craig
- It doesn’t take ten minutes, dear, in a taxicab; and I can have one here in five minutes.
Ethel (putting her bag on the table and crossing down to the mirror)
- Well, will you call one, please?
Mrs. Craig (moving after her)
- Certainly, dear; but there’s no use calling it already, you’d only have to wait around the station there.
Ethel
- I’m so worried, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
- I know, dear child; but I’m sure you’re upsetting yourself unnecessarily; we certainly would have heard something if anything had happened.
Ethel (turning to Mrs. Craig)
- I really should call Mr. Fredericks on the long distance, Aunt Harriet; he’ll be wondering what on earth is the matter. Because I rushed away as soon as ever I got Dr. Wood’s wire, and simply left a note that Mother was very ill. And he’s probably called me up at home by this time and found that I’m down here; and he won’t know what to think of it.
