The Eldest Son by John Galsworthy
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page 41 of 93 (44%)
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JOAN has come in. JOAN. Look here, Dot; about the baby in this scene. I'm sure I ought to make more of it. DOT. Romantic little beast! [She plucks the footstool out by one ear, and holds it forth] Let's see you try! JOAN. [Recoiling] But, Dot, what are we really going to have for the baby? I can't rehearse with that thing. Can't you suggest something, Freda? FREDA. Borrow a real one, Miss Joan. There are some that don't count much. JOAN. Freda, how horrible! DOT. [Dropping the footstool back into the basket] You'll just put up with what you're given. Then as CHRISTINE and MABEL LANFARNE Come in, FREDA turns abruptly and goes out. DOT. Buck up! Where are Bill and Harold? [To JOAN] Go and find them, mouse-cat. But BILL and HAROLD, followed by LATTER, are already in the doorway. They come in, and LATTER, stumbling over the waste-paper basket, takes it up to improve its position. |
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