Her Own Way - A Play in Four Acts by Clyde Fitch
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TOOTS. [_Who has finished his croquette and is now ready for conversation._] Um! Circus! PHILIP. And not just 'cause he's stuck on auntie. MOLES. You oughtn't to use that expression, Mr. Philip. PHILIP. Why not! you do. I heard you tell Lizzie you were stuck on her last Sunday. LIZZIE. [_Blushing._] Oh, my! CHRISTOPHER. Mr. Dick's a soldier! PHILIP. Yes, siree! He helped stop a strike of street cars in Brooklyn. His name was in the papers! CHRISTOPHER. He was hurted bad, and if he was dead, he'd have a monnyment with "Hero" embroidered on it. Aunt Georgiana said so! ELAINE. I should think Miss Georgiana was too old, anyway, to have beaux. CHRISTOPHER. Oh, awful old! LIZZIE. Oh! Miss Carley isn't so old! PHILIP. Yes, she is, too! She's our old maid aunt. |
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