The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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are you making out?
_Will (off Left)_. What do you think of my opening scenes? _Peggy_. Why, I think they could be better. You see, Will, you don't really know anything about snow-shovellers or butlers. _Will_ (_appears_ in doorway Left, wiping a dish_). I've got a real character for the next scene at least. I used Bill! _Peggy_. For heaven's sake! _Will_. As a street-gamin. _Peggy_. But Bill's not like a street-gamin. Such a child is full of slang. _Will_. I thought of what Bill might have been if he'd been turned out to shift for himself. I imagined the soul of a street-gamin in the body of our Bill. _Peggy_. That sounds rather terrible. (_A pause_.) By the way, Will! That love-interest you said was to come! Where is it? _Will_. I've hardly got into the act yet. _Peggy_. Well, you'd better get into your love-interest! _Will_. The next scene is to be another dropcurtain. A restaurant. I'm using that one down our street. Read it. (_He disappears Left. |
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