Angels & Ministers by Laurence Housman
page 73 of 199 (36%)
page 73 of 199 (36%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
LAURA. Hannah, what have you got my best tray for? You know that is not to
be used every day. JULIA. It's all right, Laura. You don't understand. LAURA. What don't I understand? JULIA. Here one always uses the best. Nothing wears out or gets broken. LAURA. Then where's the pleasure of it? If one always uses them and they never break--'best' means nothing! JULIA. It is a little puzzling at first. You must be patient. LAURA. I'm not a child, Julia. JULIA (_beautifully ignoring_). A little more coal, please, Hannah. (_Then to her sister as she pours out the tea_.) And how did you leave everybody? LAURA. Oh, pretty much as usual. Most of them having colds. That's how I got mine. Mrs. Hilliard came to call and left it behind her. I went out with it in an east wind and that finished me. JULIA. Oh, but how provoking! (_She wishes to be sympathetic; but this is a line of conversation she instinctively avoids_!) LAURA. _No_, Julia! ... (_This, delivered with force, arrests the criminal intention_.) _No_ sugar. To think of your forgetting that! |
|