Alice Sit-By-The-Fire by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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ALICE. 'Quite long enough.' AMY. 'Oh.' Some seconds elapse before she can speak again. 'You will have some tea, won't you?' ALICE. 'Thank you, dear.' They sit down to a chilly meal. AMY, merely a hostess, 'Both milk and sugar.' ALICE, merely a guest, 'No sugar.' AMY. 'I hope you will like the house, mother.' ALICE. 'I am sure you have chosen wisely. I see you are artistic.' AMY. 'The decoration isn't finished. I haven't quite decided what this room is to be like yet.' ALICE. 'One never can tell.' AMY, making conversation, 'Did you notice that there is a circular drive to the house?' ALICE. 'No, I didn't notice.' AMY. 'That would be because the cab filled it; but you can see it if you are walking.' ALICE. 'I shall look out for it.' Grown desperate, 'Amy, have you |
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