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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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