CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Craig
- Well, I wouldn’t worry myself too much about what he’ll think, dear.
Ethel
- But he’ll think it’s funny that I should be down here if Mother’s so ill.
- [There is a sound upstairs of a trunk being moved.
Mrs. Craig (dashing towards the stairs and up on to the landing)
- He probably hasn’t given it a thought.
Ethel (moving across above the table and looking out the bay window)
- Oh, don’t say that, Aunt Harriet, I know he has.
- [Mrs. Craig claps her hands briskly, to attract the expressman’s attention.
Mrs. Craig
- Please be careful of that floor there, Mr. Expressman, will you?
Expressman
- This baby got away from me. I thought it was lighter than it is.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, please try to keep it away from that wall there; I don’t want that wall all scratched up; I only had it painted in April. (There is a sound of the trunk being dragged along the hallway to the back stairs, and then a heavy thud. Mrs. Craig closes her eyes in an agony of suffering and leans heavily upon the banister to keep from fainting. Then she turns and comes down into the room again) Mr. Craig’s aunt is sending some luggage away to be mended; and those expressmen are so careless they don’t care if they tear down the house.
