MR . BUNT
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ROSE
It's just a funny little boy, and you mustn't call him Mr. Bunt, because he wouldn't understand. ANNIE
Oh, he would ! he would ! ROSE
He'll only laugh at you, Annie. You had better mind what I say. ANNIE
Repeating to herself : Mr. Bunt, Mr. Bunt.
Dabs, asleep on the balcony, wakes slowly and, sitting up , rubs his eyes. >
Annie calls to him :
Dabs, Dabs ! Quick ! There's a bear coming down our path ! DABS
Yawning.
Tell it to get the hell out of here ! Rose turns and looks up at him in despair. ANNIE
Oh , come quick ! They are coming right by, Dabs !
Dabs, now fully awakened to the excitement
of the situation, attempts to get in the window, which he finds locked. In writhing impatience he turns and hangs over the rail, begging his mother to come up and let him out. Rose enters the house, but the excitement is too
