The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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_At rise: The Real-play, with Bill Right on the fire-escape, sitting
on mattress taken from his cot. Will Left with Mss. at desk. Peggy talking to Bill. She wears a "bungalow-apron," covering a waitress's costume for quick change._ _Peggy_. That's a dandy big fire-escape to play on! _Bill_. You bet! _Peggy_. You've got all your blocks? _Bill_. Yes, Peggy. _Peggy_. And your picture-books? _Bill_. Yes, Peggy. _Peggy_. And you won't lean over the railing? _Bill_. I won't. _Peggy_ (_to Will_). Now to the Pot-boiler! _Will_. It's a shame to keep the child out there on the fire-escape. _Peggy_. He'll be all right, dear. It's the coolest place there is. _Will_. If only we could get him to the park-- _Peggy_. I know, but we can't. (_Sits at table._) Now--you've got |
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