Her Own Way - A Play in Four Acts by Clyde Fitch
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house in the country with say _four_ rooms and _one_ baby--Lizzie doing
her own work. LOUISE. Do you mean to say, Steve, that your own servants have lost their earnings through you? MOLES. Yes, m'm. STEVEN. [_Doggedly._] Put it that way if you like. I meant to do them a good turn. LOUISE. But we can't let that happen; we must pay them back! COAST. [_Amused._] Bully for you, Louise! getting generous in your old age. LOUISE. It would ruin us socially if it got out! COAST. Oh, I see! MOLES. Mr. Carley said it was _sure_, ma'am. [COAST _laughs a rather coarse laugh._ STEVEN. For heaven's sake, Coast! Go away, Moles. [MOLES _goes out Left._ COAST. [_To_ STEVEN.] Are they holding on for you? |
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