THE ELEVATOR BOY, indignantly: "Why, she can't drop. The cogs in
the runs won't let her!"

ALL: "Oh!"

MILLER, with a sigh of relief: "I knew there must be something of
the kind. Well, I wish my wife had her fan."

MRS. CURWEN: "And if I had my left glove I should be perfectly
happy. Not that I know what the cogs in the runs are!"

MRS. CRASHAW: "Then we're merely caught here?"

MILLER: "That's all."

MRS. CURWEN: "It's quite enough for the purpose. Couldn't you put
on a life-preserver, Mr. Miller, and go ashore and get help from the
natives?"

MISS LAWTON, putting her handkerchief to her eyes: "Oh, dear!"

MRS. CRASHAW, putting her arm around her: "Don't be frightened, my
child. There's no danger."

YOUNG MR. BEMIS, caressing the hand which he holds: "Don't be
frightened."

MISS LAWTON: "Don't leave me."