The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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reading over her shoulder. Play-play begins to appear)._ Only Gladys
is pouring tea-- _Will._ Isn't that just like her! Always pouring tea! _Peggy._ Shut up! There's Jessie and Bob. Gladys has her very finest society manner--she wouldn't for the world let anyone think that she was excited by the telephone-message. _(full light on Play-play)_ _Gladys._ Well, Jessie, I have had a most enjoyable evening. But I must be going now. _Jessie._ What? When Jack is coming? _Gladys.__ Oh, would Jack want to see me? Surely not! No, I must really go _(rises and starts to door)._ Good-bye! _Will._ You're not going to have her go off? _Peggy._ Wait! Let me write! Jessie (rises, runs and stops Gladys)._ No, dear! Please wait! _Gladys._ What for? _Jessie._ Do a favor for me, Gladys. I know Jack still loves you. I want you to stay here! I want you to hear it from his own lips. Let me hide you behind this screen _(starts towards screen with her)._ When Jack comes in, I'll speak about you-- |
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