is my job. I won't have any humoring. Come into my study, Timothy.

TIMOTHY, shaking his head, follows ASHER out of the door, left.

After a moment GEORGE goes over to the extreme left hand corner of
the room, where several articles are piled. He drags out a kit bag,
then some necessary wearing apparel, underclothes, socks, a sweater,
etc., then a large and rather luxurious lunch kit, a pin cushion.
with his monogram, a small travelling pillow with his monogram, a
linen toilet case embroidered in blue, to hang on the wall--these
last evidently presents from admiring lady friends. Finally he
brings forth a large rubber life preserving suit. He makes a show
of putting all these things in the bag, including the life-
preserving suit; and reveals a certain sentiment, not too deep, for
the pillow, the pincushion and the toilet case. At length he strews
everything over the floor, and is surveying the litter with mock
despair when a girl appears on the lawn outside, through one of the
windows. She throws into the room a small parcel wrapped in tissue
paper, and disappears. GEORGE picks up the parcel and looks
surprised, and suddenly runs out of the door, upper right. He
presently returns, dragging the girl by the wrists, she resisting.

MINNIE FARRELL is about twenty one, with black hair and an abundant
vitality. Her costume is a not wholly ineffective imitation of
those bought at a great price at certain metropolitan
establishments. A string of imitation pearls gleams against her
ruddy skin.

MINNIE. Cut it out, George! (Glancing around apprehensively.) Say, if
your mother was to find me here she'd want to send me up to the