TRIFLES
pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of, the town girls singing in the choir. But that was—oh, that was thirty years ago. This all you was to take in?
MRS. PETERS: She said she wanted an apron. Funny thing to want, for there isn't much to get you dirty in jail, goodness knows. But I suppose just to make her feel more natural. She said they was in the top drawer in this cupboard. Yes, here. And then her little shawl that always hung behind the door. (Looks on stair door) Yes, here it is.
MRS. HALE: (Abruptly moving toward her.) Mrs. Peters?
MRS. PETERS: Yes, Mrs. Hale?
MRS. HALE: Do you think she did it?
MRS. PETERS: (In a frightened voice) Oh, I don't know.
MRS. HALE: Well, I don't think she did. Asking for an apron and Her little shawl. Worrying about her fruit.
MRS. PETERS: (Starts to speak, glances up, where footsteps arc heard in the room above. In a low voice) Mr. Peters says it looks bad for her. Mr. Henderson is awful sarcastic in a speech and he'll make fun of her sayin' she didn't wake up.
MRS. HALE: Well, I guess John Wright didn't wake when they was slipping that rope under his neck.
MRS. PETERS: No, it's strange. It must have been done
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