I couldn't see it in any other light." Ransom walks away to the
window, and looks out.

MISS REED, flinging herself backward from the register, and hiding
her face in her hands: "Oh, it wasn't! it wasn't! it wasn't! How
could you think so?"

MISS SPAULDING, rushing forward, and catching her friend in her arms:
"What is the matter with you, Ethel Reed? What are you doing here,
over the register? Are you trying to suffocate yourself? Have you
taken leave of your senses?"

GRINNIDGE: "Our fair friend on the other side of the wall seems to
be on the rampage."

MISS SPAULDING, shutting the register with a violent clash: "Ugh!
how hot it is here!"

GRINNIDGE: "Doesn't like your conversation, apparently."

MISS REED, frantically pressing forward to open the register: "Oh,
don't shut it, Nettie, dear! If you do I shall die! Do-o-n't shut
the register!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Don't shut it? Why, we've got all the heat of the
furnace in the room now. Surely you don't want any more?"

MISS REED: "No, no; not any more. But--but--Oh, dear! what shall I
do?" She still struggles in the embrace of her friend.