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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75857 ***</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/title-page.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h1 class='c000'>DADDY LONG-LEGS</h1>
+</div>
+<p class='c001'><span class='large'>By JEAN WEBSTER</span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>FRENCH’S STANDARD LIBRARY EDITION</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 West 38th St., New York</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='large'>BILLETED.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>A comedy in 3 acts, by F. Tennison Jesse and H. Harwood. 4
+males, 5 females. One easy interior scene. A charming comedy,
+constructed with uncommon skill, and abounds with clever lines.
+Margaret Anglin’s big success. Amateurs will find this comedy easy
+to produce and popular with
+all audiences.</span> <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 60 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>A comedy in 3 acts. By James Montgomery. 5 males, 6 females.
+Costumes, modern. Two interior scenes. Plays 2½ hours.</span></p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>Is it possible to tell the absolute truth—even for twenty-four hours?
+It is—at least Bob Bennett, the hero of “Nothing But the Truth,”
+accomplished the feat. The bet he made with his business partners,
+and the trouble he got into—with his partners, his friends, and his
+fiancée—this is the subject of William Collier’s tremendous comedy
+hit. “Nothing But the Truth” can be wholeheartedly recommended
+as one of the most sprightly, amusing and popular comedies that this
+country can
+boast.</span> <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 60 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>IN WALKED JIMMY.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>A comedy in 4 acts, by Minnie Z. Jaffa. 10 males, 2 females (although
+any number of males and females may be used as clerks,
+etc.). Two interior scenes. Costumes, modern. Plays 2½ hours.
+The thing into which Jimmy walked was a broken-down shoe factory,
+when the clerks had all been fired, and when the proprietor was in
+serious contemplation of suicide.</span></p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>Jimmy, nothing else but plain Jimmy, would have been a mysterious
+figure had it not been for his matter-of-fact manner, his smile and
+his everlasting humanness. He put the shoe business on its feet, won
+the heart of the girl clerk, saved her erring brother from jail, escaped
+that place as a permanent boarding house himself, and foiled the
+villain.</span></p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>Clean, wholesome comedy with just a touch of human nature, just
+a dash of excitement and more than a little bit of true philosophy
+make “In Walked Jimmy” one of the most delightful of plays.
+Jimmy is full of the religion of life, the religion of happiness, and
+the religion of helpfulness, and he so permeates the atmosphere with
+his “religion” that everyone is happy. The spirit of optimism, good
+cheer, and hearty laughter dominates the play. There is not a dull
+moment in any of the
+four acts. We strongly recommend it.</span> <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 60 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>MARTHA BY-THE-DAY.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>An optimistic comedy in three acts, by Julie M. Lippmann, author
+of the “Martha” stories. 5 males, 5 females. Three interior scenes.
+Costumes modern. Plays 2½ hours.</span></p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>It is altogether a gentle thing, this play. It is full of quaint humor,
+old-fashioned, homely sentiment, the kind that people who see
+the play will recall and chuckle over to-morrow and the next day.</span></p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='small'>Miss Lippmann has herself adapted her very successful book for
+stage service, and in doing this has selected from her novel the most
+telling incidents, infectious comedy and homely sentiment for the play, and the
+result is thoroughly delightful.</span> <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 60 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>(The Above Are Subject to Royalty When Produced)</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c006'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 West 38th Street, New York City</div>
+    <div><b>New and Explicit Descriptive Catalogue Mailed Free on Request</b></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>DADDY LONG-LEGS</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>A COMEDY IN FOUR ACTS</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='large'>BY</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div><span class='large'>JEAN WEBSTER</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><i>All Rights Reserved</i></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c007'>CAUTION.—Professionals and amateurs are hereby warned
+that “DADDY LONG-LEGS,” being fully protected
+under the copyright laws of the United States, Great
+Britain and Canada, is subject to a royalty, and anyone
+presenting the play without the consent of the
+owners or their authorized agents will be liable to the
+penalties by law provided. Application for amateur acting
+rights must be made to <span class='sc'>Samuel French</span>, 28-30 West
+38th Street, New York. Applications for professional
+acting rights must be made to Henry Miller, Henry
+Miller Theatre, 124 West 43d Street, New York City.</p>
+
+<div class='c002'></div>
+<table style="width:100%"><tr>
+<td style="text-align:center">
+<span class='sc'>New York</span><br>
+SAMUEL FRENCH<br>
+<span class='sc'>Publisher</span><br>
+<span class='sc'>28-30 West 38th Street</span>
+</td>
+<td style="border-left:1px solid black;width:1em;"></td>
+<td style="text-align:center">
+<span class='sc'>London</span><br>
+SAMUEL FRENCH, <span class='sc'>Ltd.</span><br>
+<span class='sc'>26 Southampton Street</span><br>
+STRAND
+</td>
+</tr></table>
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='sc'>Copyright, 1912 (in Novel Form), by The Century Co.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c003'>
+    <div><span class='sc'>Copyright, 1914, by Jean Webster</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c003'>
+    <div><span class='sc'>Copyright, 1922, by Samuel French</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c008'></p>
+<div class='box'>
+
+<p class='c005'>Especial notice should be taken that the possession of
+this book without a valid contract for production first
+having been obtained from the publisher, confers no right
+or license to professionals or amateurs to produce the play
+publicly or in private for gain or charity.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>In its present form this play is dedicated to the reading
+public only, and no performance, representation, production,
+recitation, or public reading may be given except by
+special arrangement with Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th
+Street, New York.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>This play may be presented by amateurs upon payment
+of a royalty of Twenty-Five Dollars for each performance,
+payable to Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th Street,
+New York, one week before the date when the play is
+given.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Whenever the play is produced the following notice must
+appear on all programs, printing and advertising for the
+play: “Produced by special arrangement with Samuel
+French of New York.”</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Attention is called to the penalty provided by law for
+any infringement of the author’s rights, as follows:</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>“<span class='sc'>Section 4966</span>:—Any person publicly performing or representing
+any dramatic or musical composition for which
+copyright has been obtained, without the consent of the
+proprietor of said dramatic or musical compositions, or his
+heirs and assigns, shall be liable for damages thereof,
+such damages, in all cases to be assessed at such sum, not
+less than one hundred dollars for the first and fifty dollars
+for every subsequent performance, as to the court
+shall appear to be just. If the unlawful performance and
+representation be wilful and for profit, such person or
+persons shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, and upon conviction
+shall be imprisoned for a period not exceeding one
+year.”—U. S. Revised Statutes: Title 60, Chap. 3.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='large'>CHARACTERS</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chars'>
+
+<table class='table0'>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Jervis Pendleton</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>James McBride</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Cyrus Wykoff</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Abner Parsons</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Griggs</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Walters</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Judy</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Julia Pendleton</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Sallie McBride</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span></td>
+    <td class='c010'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span></td>
+    <td class='c010' rowspan="6"><img src="images/bracket.jpg" style="height:9em;" alt="Bracket connecting the last six names in the list."></td>
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span></td>
+    
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Loretta</span></td>
+    
+    <td class='c011'><span class='sc'>Orphan Children</span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Mamie</span></td>
+    
+    <td class='c011'><span class='sc'>at the John</span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Freddie Perkins</span></td>
+    
+    <td class='c011'><span class='sc'>Grier Home</span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Carrie</span></td>
+    
+    <td class='c011'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+</div>
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='large'>SYNOPSIS OF SCENES</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>ACT I</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>The dining-room of the John Grier Home on
+Trustees’ Day.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>ACT II</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>Judy’s college study, an afternoon in May, one
+year later.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>ACT III</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>The sitting-room at Lock Willow farm, summer,
+three years later.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>ACT IV</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>Mr. Pendleton’s library, two months later.</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span><span class='xlarge'>DADDY LONG-LEGS</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c012'>ACT I</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c013'><i><span class='sc'>Scene</span>: The dining-room of the John Grier Home
+on Trustees’ Day. A <a href='#stage141'>plan</a> and <a href='#scene-1'>full description</a>
+of the scene will be found at the end of the play.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c014'><i><span class='sc'>Discovered</span>: At Rise, Two Orphans are seated
+down stage at table <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+table and <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> on the stool below table, engaged
+in cleaning silver. <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> is up stage
+behind upper table <span class='fss'>R.</span> polishing a cup. After
+the curtain is well up, <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> mounts on
+chair before cupboard to place cup in cupboard
+and <span class='sc'>Freddie Perkins</span> enters at lower <span class='fss'>R. I.</span></i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>They are dressed exactly alike in stiffly
+starched gingham pinafores (blue) with a row
+of white china buttons down the back and a
+suggestion of red flannel petticoat showing
+beneath. Each child has her hair strained back
+tightly and braided into two pig-tails. They sit
+nervously and work steadily and silently with
+no attempt at childish chatter. Freddie Perkins
+is about nine years old and is dressed in dark
+knickerbockers and a jumper made of the same
+striped blue gingham that the girls are wearing.
+His hair is shaved close to his head.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span><i>He carries a rolled-up rag rug over his
+shoulders, and as he passes, he purposely knocks
+against <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span>. She hits back viciously
+and proceeds with her work. Freddie up and
+exits <span class='fss'>C.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span> 2 and 4 talking, 2 wipes 4’s nose.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> on chair at back, in wiping a cup
+lets it slip from her hands and crash to the
+floor. She backs against the table <span class='fss'>C.</span> and stands
+horrified, staring at the pieces.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i><span class='sc'>Lights</span> begin to dim shortly after rise.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> It’s one o’ them best cups!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> Oh my goodness! You’ll get it!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> What’ll I do?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> Hide it, quick!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett.</span> (<i>Off stage</i>) Get out of my way!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> She’s coming! Oh, she’s coming!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>, snatching up one
+of the cups and leaning over, rolling it along the
+floor to <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span></i>) <a id='tn-sayye'></a>Say ye knocked this off wid
+yer elbow.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>They resume their work in stolid silence. <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>
+gets down on her knees and hands and places
+the broken pieces under table-legs at <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+then stands behind table as <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> enters
+from the pantry. She is a hard-faced, domineering
+woman of about forty with an unpleasant
+voice that grows shrill when she loses her temper.
+She is wearing a polka-dotted silk dress,
+very tight and rather fussily made with a profusion
+of cheap lace trimmings. It is turned up
+from the bottom and pinned so that she will not
+soil it.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett.</span> (<i>Holds entrance until <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>
+is up</i>) What was that noise? (<i>Stands inside <span class='fss'>U. R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> I knocked this off with my elbow,
+ma’am.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) I thought you’d broken
+something! Come, come. Sadie Kate! Are you going
+to be all day at this? (<i>Picks up spoons, examines
+them critically, hands one back</i>) Polish that
+again! (<i>Crosses to table <span class='fss'>R.</span>, looking over preparations</i>)
+Oh, good heavens, the sandwiches aren’t
+made! Where’s Judy Abbott? She ought to be
+here to look after things!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> She’s up in the nursery, ma’am,
+trying to keep the babies quiet so they won’t disturb
+the trustees.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Well, you go up and tell her to come
+down immediately. I never knew anyone like that
+girl. She’s always somewhere else. (<i><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span>
+rises and <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> turns to her sharply</i>) Hurry up!
+Don’t stand there staring! (<i>Pushes <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span>,
+who exits <span class='fss'>R. I.</span> Exit 2 and 4. As <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> brings
+down spoon to table, lower <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> is looking
+over the dishes</i>) Why, we’re one cup short. I
+thought I got down enough! (<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>, in fear,
+starts to tiptoe off to <span class='fss'>R. I.</span> Stopping abruptly as
+<span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> calls her name</i>) Gladiola Murphy! Come
+here! (<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> approaches her apprehensively</i>)
+You stand on that chair and get down another one
+of those best cups.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> (<i>Going up, gleefully</i>) Yes, ma’am!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> And mind you don’t drop it!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> No, ma’am. (<i>Up to cupboard for a
+cup.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Looks thoughtfully over tray to see
+what is missing</i>) Napkins. (<i>Bustles off <span class='fss'>R.</span> and exits
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> 2 <span class='fss'>E.</span> As she is going off <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> enters at <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+Seeing <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> going off he throws a kiss
+after her. Looking around and seeing that he is
+unobserved, he goes down to table <span class='fss'>R.</span> to sugar bowl.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>Putting his hand in he pulls out a fist full and stuffs
+it into his mouth. Puts his hand in again, gets another
+fistful and stuffs it into his pocket. As he puts
+his hand in again <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> enters <span class='fss'>R. I.</span> and
+catches him. She crosses in between tables to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+<span class='sc'>Freddie</span>.</i>)</p>
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> Freddie Perkins, you let that sugar
+alone! (<i><span class='sc'>Freddie</span> makes a face at her</i>) I’ll tell
+Mrs. Lippett!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> turns and comes down <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Freddie</span>,
+putting cup on tray.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> I dare you to!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Freddie Perkins, you just put that
+sugar back. I’ll tell Mrs. Lippett.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> I dare you to! (<i><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> crosses
+over <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Another Child.</span> She’ll say I did it. (<i>Both
+<span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> and <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> push and shove <span class='sc'>Freddie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> All right, keep your hair on. I’ll put
+it back.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> You’d better, you’d better, you fresh
+thing!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> returns to her task at <span class='fss'>L.</span> table and
+<span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> goes back to cupboard on chair, back
+to audience. <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> looks around and seeing
+that they are not watching him, goes down to
+sugar bowl again and seeing the salt cellar,
+smiles and takes it up and begins to pour the
+salt into the sugar-bowl.</i>)</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/08-plate.jpg' alt='The girls sit at the table, their backs turned, as Freddie pours salt into the sugar bowl.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> I’m putting it back! (<i>Continues to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>pour salt until he hears <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> speaking off
+stage.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Off-stage</i>) Why, you good for nothing
+child, keep out from under my feet!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> (<i>Puts down sugar-bowl and salt cellar
+and runs off <span class='fss'>C.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span> exclaiming</i>) All right, I put
+it back!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>One child to cupboard, other child down and
+around to bench <span class='fss'>L.</span>, sits on floor. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span>
+enters with napkins and dish of sliced lemons,
+crosses and sets them on the tray on table <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Hasn’t Judy Abbott come down yet?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> No ma’am!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> comes down with a cup which she places
+on tray <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Oh, for the land’s sake! (<i>Picking up
+sugar bowl, looks in, is about to set it down when
+she catches sight of the mark of grimy fingers</i>)
+Gladiola Murphy! Aren’t you ashamed? That’s
+a pretty looking sugar bowl to send up to the
+trustees. You take it into the pantry and wash it.
+(<i>She gives the bowl to <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>, faces her toward
+the pantry and starts her with a shove. <a id='tn-flamboyant'></a>Examines
+a flamboyant watch that is pinned to her waist.</i>)
+Half past four! It’s time to make the tea. (<i>Goes up
+and turns on lamp <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> arch</i>) Where <em>is</em> that
+Abbott girl? She’s enough to try the patience of a
+saint! (<i>Turns up lamp <span class='fss'>L.</span> of arch <span class='fss'>C.</span> foots come up
+3-4 full. Her back is turned as <span class='sc'>Judy</span> enters at <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> is a vividly alive young girl of 18, dressed in
+the same blue gingham that the others wear, but
+made in a more becoming manner. There is a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>suggestion of challenge in her manner. There
+is an air of all-conquering youth. Neither <span class='sc'>Mrs.
+Lippett’s</span> harshness nor the sordid air of the
+asylum has succeeded in cowing her. She
+crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> and stands, looking speculatively
+at <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett’s</span> back. Two children
+at cupboard up to pantry.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>R. C.</span> sweetly</i>) Do you want me
+to help, Mrs. Lippett?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-today1'></a><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Turning quickly</i>) Well, Miss Jerusha
+Abbott! It’s about time you turned up! You are
+the only lady of leisure in this institution to-day.
+(<i>Comes down <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I’m sorry. The nurse had to look after
+the sick babies and we couldn’t leave the others
+alone.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> You always have plenty of excuses.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> That new little red-headed child has licked
+all the green paint off the Noah’s Ark—</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> And what do you think I was doing?
+Cutting the cake with one hand and receiving the
+guests with the other?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> That red-headed child has swallowed some
+green paint—</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> I don’t care what that red-headed child
+has swallowed. I’m more interested in what the
+trustees are going to swallow.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Speaking very hurriedly</i>) That red-headed
+child has licked the green paint off the roof of
+the Noah’s Ark, and I think you’d better send for
+the doctor.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Will you stop talking and get to work?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Going <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) It was <em>green</em> and I’m afraid
+it will disagree with him.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> You get those tea things ready.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Going <span class='fss'>U. R.</span> to pantry</i>) Green paint’s
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>made of arsenic. It’s poison. I learned that in
+chemistry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> You’ve learned altogether too much!
+You were a great deal more useful before you got
+that education! (<i>Goes back to children at <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>At pantry <span class='fss'>U. R. C.</span> with a gleam of mischief</i>)
+Mrs. Lippett⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Over her shoulder</i>) Well?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Did you put those two guinea pigs into
+the babies’ bath tub?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Whirling about</i>) Guinea pigs!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I think they’re guinea pigs. Little brown
+and white animals … about so big.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Oh, good heavens! Those horrible
+boys!—What did you do with the beasts?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I didn’t touch them. I thought—</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Crossing to table <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Quick! Get them
+away before the trustees find them.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I thought maybe that
+generous new trustee you were telling us about
+brought them as a present for the babies.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> And you thought I was planning to keep
+them in the nursery bathtub?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> It’s so seldom used! <a id='tn-rie'></a>(<i>Exits <span class='fss'>R. I. E.</span>
+<span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> down to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Other girl to cupboard</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Turns back muttering angrily</i>) Guinea
+pigs! (<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> comes down from the pantry with
+sugar bowl she has cleaned and puts it on tray</i>) If
+I had my way the whole race of boys would be swept
+off the face of the earth. (<i><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> and <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>
+titter, then hastily repress themselves</i>) Yes—and
+girls too! (<i>Little girl laughs</i>) That’s enough! Clean
+up this mess. They’re likely to come in here.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> lingers near <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> who slaps
+and drives her away. <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> rises and takes pan
+and wash material across <span class='fss'>R.</span> and up into pantry</i>) I
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>suppose they’ll be snooping all over the place. (<i><span class='sc'>Sadie
+Kate</span> brings spoons and places them on tea tray in
+front of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span>, who slaps her. <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span>
+crosses over <span class='fss'>R.</span> to <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>. <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> comes down
+from pantry and joins them</i>) These visiting days
+are enough to make a person sick. (<i>The orphans
+stand waiting for further orders. <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> is lower
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> near door. <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> and a little
+above. <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> and a little
+above, so they stand in a diagonal line. A buzz of
+conversation and laughter heard off <span class='fss'>C.</span> Little child
+cries. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> hastily unpins her skirt</i>) Here
+they are now! Gladiola, pull up your stockings.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> pulls up her stockings</i>) Loretta, wipe
+your nose. (<i><span class='sc'>Loretta</span> stoops to use her petticoat</i>)
+No, no! Not on your skirt. (<i><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> gives
+<span class='sc'>Loretta</span> handkerchief</i>) Sadie Kate, brush back
+your hair. You, too, stand up straight! (<i>To all</i>)
+If any of the trustees or lady visitors speak to you,
+you say “Yes, ma’am”—“No, ma’am” and smile.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Orphans.</span> Yes ma’am, no ma’am.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and <span class='sc'>Mr. Cyrus Wykoff</span> enter <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+<span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> is a charming, old-fashioned gentlewoman
+between fifty and sixty, with an air of
+kindly sympathy for everyone. <span class='sc'>Mr. Wykoff</span>,
+a short, chubby, bald-headed man, is pompous
+and dignified, with an exaggerated idea of his
+own importance. He wears a brown suit which
+fits him quite snugly—a pair of tortoise-rimmed
+spectacles, and a gold watch chain. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span>
+crosses to <span class='fss'>C.</span> to receive them.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Well, Mrs.
+Lippett! We’re here again!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Miss Pritchard! (<i>They shake hands and
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>R. C.</span> to children. She
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>speaks to 1st child and each child in turn shake their
+heads “Yes, ma’am,” “No, ma’am,” as ordered by
+<span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span></i>) Mr. Wykoff!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span></i>) How de do,
+ma’am. Thought we’d look about a little before
+refreshments. (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> examining.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Down <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) It’s a pleasure to welcome
+you. I always look forward to the first Wednesday
+of every month.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-today2'></a><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Turns to 2nd child</i>) We have Mr.
+Jervis Pendleton with us to-day.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> I believe we are indebted to you, Miss
+Pritchard, for inducing him to serve.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Turns to 3rd child</i>) Yes, he is an old
+family friend.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> Good thing to get some fancy philanthropists
+on the board of an institution like this.
+Their ideas aren’t always practical but their checks
+are.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Wykoff</span></i>) Poor little dears!
+They’re not like children. So little spirit!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) They are not a very
+classy lot.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) It is awful depressing
+to live with them.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> And how is my dear Judy Abbott?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> A great trial.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> She’s the one we’re educating?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Nodding</i>) Her teachers say that she is
+very brilliant.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Oh, she’s smart enough—I’m not denying
+that. But impertinent!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She’s a spirited girl and needs tact.
+(<i>Crosses over to <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Momentarily forgetting herself</i>) Tact!
+She needs a good thorough whipping. And I’m
+sorry she’s grown too big to get it. (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>R.C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span></i>) That’s the
+proper spirit, ma’am. Keep ’em in their places.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> are heard out in hall <span class='fss'>C.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span>,
+playing ball. <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> goes up stage <span class='fss'>L.</span> and
+around to <span class='fss'>C.</span> to join <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> backs on stage
+laughing and chatting as the ball passes between him
+and <span class='sc'>Freddie</span>. At sound of <span class='sc'>Jervis’</span> voice <span class='sc'>Wykoff</span>
+turns and sees him, and turns back to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span></i>)
+Mr. Pendleton! (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span> to children, <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span>
+crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> catches sight of her,
+and rushes off as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> comes in at <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Wykoff</span>
+passes up and between tables, inspecting everything.
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> joins <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> comes in
+and they saunter down stage <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis Pendleton</span> is a man-of-affairs, quiet and
+self-contained, but evidently used to having his
+own way. He has a somewhat grim sense of
+humor and an air of nonchalance which in reality
+covers a keen penetration. His manners
+are courteously deferential, but with a suggestion
+of indifference underneath, which he just
+politely manages to suppress.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Ah, dear lady! (<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span>.</i>) So this is the dining room! Charming
+apartment.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Left of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) I believe I have never had
+the pleasure of meeting Mr. Pendleton.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Our matron, Mrs. Lippett.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Shaking hands</i>) Very happy to meet
+you, madam. (<i>Turns to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>C.</span> of table <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) The asylum has a great
+deal to thank you for. Your two dear boys are
+doing so well.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>(<i>The <span class='sc'>Orphans</span> at <span class='fss'>R.</span> begin to fuss and fidget. <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>
+scratches her head. <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> stands on
+one foot, then on the other, and <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span>
+tries to keep both quiet.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Vaguely. Hands in coat pockets</i>) My
+two dear boys?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Wykoff</span> off up back, looking around with back
+turned.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> That you are sending to technical school.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, yes, yes! The young engineers!
+Doing well, are they? That’s good. (<i>Crosses over to
+children.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> I trust their reports are sent every
+month as you requested.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, I believe so. (<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> up
+to back and joined by <span class='sc'>Wykoff</span></i>) My secretary looks
+after them. (<i>Sits on bench, studies children intently.
+To the nearest girl</i>) Come here, little girl,
+and shake hands with me. (<i>They back off</i>) Oh,
+don’t be afraid! I won’t bite. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> crosses <span class='fss'>L. C.</span>
+in front of <span class='sc'>Lippett</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Behind <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and over his shoulder
+cautioning children. Softly</i>) Oh, children, children
+dear, this is the kind gentleman who sent the candy
+and peanuts and tickets to the circus. Shake hands
+with him, darling.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Loretta</span> advances, watching <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> and
+offers <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> a limp hand.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Arm around <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span></i>) And are you
+a good little girl?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> (<i>Wilting with embarrassment</i>) Y-yes,
+ma’am—no, ma’am.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> (<i>Rising, his arm about <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>, crossing
+over <span class='fss'>L. C.</span> to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) Happy, bubbling, laughing
+childhood! (<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> shooes children up into
+pantry and turns on lamp at <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Nothing so beautiful
+in the world!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Children exit <span class='fss'>L.</span> at <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.’s</span> gesture.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Coming to <span class='fss'>R. C.</span></i>) It’s a great pleasure
+to live with them. I always say that it keeps me
+young and happy and innocent myself.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Picks up cap from <span class='fss'>L.</span> table. Striking
+cup with his knuckle, to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) Durable!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Can’t indulge any
+artistic ideas in a place like this.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Turns around and sees text at back <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)
+Of course! Of course! Ah! (<i>Indicating text</i>)
+The Lord will provide! (<i>To <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) Very touching!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<span class='fss'>R. C.</span>) You wouldn’t want us to bring
+them up without religion?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Deprecating the idea</i>) No, no. But
+why not teach them the truth? The Lord will provide
+for the rich. The poor must provide for themselves.
+(<i>Turns to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> and sets cup on table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>C.</span> and <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Well, I’m a
+practical man, Mr. Pendleton. I don’t know as I
+follow you in all your new-fangled philosophy, but
+I⸺ (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns and faces him.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> Er—I’m convinced⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes—yes⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> Er—er—I’m convinced! (<i>Turns to
+<span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span></i>) Here, here, Mrs. Lippett, this floor ought
+to be scrubbed. (<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> crosses to him and they go
+up and out <span class='fss'>C.</span>, <span class='sc'>Wykoff</span> complaining about conditions
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>and <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> excusing them. <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> turns on lamp
+in hall as she exits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>At cue “This floor ought to be scrubbed,” the children
+come down from pantry in single file, and
+march off <span class='fss'>R.I.E.</span> <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> watching
+them, and stirred to pity by their dejected
+and whipped manner.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<span class='fss'>R.</span>) Poor little kiddies. (<i>Turning to
+<span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) There’s nothing in it.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<span class='fss'>L.</span>) What do you mean, Jervis?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why, you can’t bring them up like chickens
+in batches of a hundred like chickens in an incubator.
+It isn’t natural—it won’t work.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>To <span class='fss'>L. C.</span> Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Jervis! (<i>He turns</i>)
+I hate to be always begging. But there’s one of
+these children for whom I should so love to manage
+a future.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Good-naturedly</i>) Another promising
+engineer?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> No—this time—it’s a girl.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>In consternation</i>) A girl! My dear
+lady!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> And such a pretty one!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Amazed, crossing over <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Oh, no! You
+can’t catch me with that bait!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She’s more than pretty. (<i>Sits bench <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+of table <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Wearily. Hands in pocket, crosses down
+<span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I know—she has a good record and deserves⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She has the worst record of any child
+in this Home.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Interested</i>) What!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She doesn’t lie out of her misdemeanors
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>as the others do. She is disobedient and impertinent
+but⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And just what is it you want me to do
+for this pretty, disobedient, impertinent young person?
+(<i>Up around table <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I want you—to send her to college.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What? To college? From an orphan
+asylum? Impossible!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She’s eighteen. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> faces front</i>)
+And ready to graduate from the High School.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Facing <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) So? I thought they
+never kept them after fourteen?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Judy Abbott was so unusually bright
+that the Board of Trustees let her stay on and attend
+the village school.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Very generous!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Of course it saved hiring someone to
+take care of the younger children.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Thrifty and generous.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> And she has done remarkable work in
+English. Her teachers say that she would make an
+author if she had the training.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> An author? There are too many authors
+in the world already. (<i>Crosses to her.</i>) I don’t wish
+to make any more.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Solemnly</i>) Suppose she should be a
+genius? Have you any right to keep her down?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> If she were a genius I couldn’t keep her
+down. Do you think she would placidly stand all
+this? (<i>With a comprehensive gesture about the
+room</i>) She would rise and mutiny if she had any
+spirit.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> But she’s only eighteen, and if you only
+knew⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Facing <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span>, stubbornly shaking his
+head</i>) We all have the right to a few prejudices.
+You know yourself that you won’t eat bananas.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>No reason in the world except that you don’t like
+bananas. Now I have an antipathy, too, I don’t
+like girls. Never did like ’em. Never will like ’em.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Rises. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> walks <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+rises</i>) You are a crabbed, ill-natured, hard-shelled,
+old bachelor, and you don’t know what you
+are talking about! You’ve never known any girls.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Never known any? That precious sister-in-law
+of mine has a daughter coming on exactly
+like her.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Baby Julia?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Turns away</i>) Baby Julia enters college
+next September.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Think of that!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I might arrange for your impertinent
+orphan to room with my aristocratic niece.
+(<i>Chuckles at the idea</i>) That would be rather a neat
+joke on the Pendleton family!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>With asperity</i>) My little Judy deserves
+a chance for her own sake.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> You damned her chance when you said
+she was pretty.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Why?</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>Children READY</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why? Why, I’d no sooner get her educated
+than some young whippersnapper would come
+along and want to marry her. Education thrown
+away. I’d rather put my money into a permanent
+investment.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Do you really mean it, or is it just one
+of your stupid jokes?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Seriously</i>) I really mean it. How
+could one of these orphans compete with the class
+of girls she would meet in college? (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> But you haven’t seen my Judy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No. But I have seen this institution
+and I know that no child that was ever born could
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>live eighteen years in the John Grier Home and
+have spirit enough left to fight the world. (<i>Crossing
+<span class='fss'>L. C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> But my Judy’s different. Give her a
+chance.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> My dear Miss Pritchard! In college
+your little Judy wouldn’t have a chance. Do you
+think they’d take in an outsider—from an orphan
+asylum?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> It’s not fair.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Bitterly</i>) Nothing’s fair. But it’s a
+fact. Don’t you see that it would be no kindness to
+the girl? We should just be showing her a glimpse
+of a bigger, more beautiful life, such as she has
+never dreamed of, and then forbidding her to enter.
+No, no. Society has thrown away your little Judy—(<i>Hands
+in pockets</i>)—and it’s too late now to pick
+up the pieces.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.C.</span>, crushed</i>) Yes—but it’s cruel.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span>, drawing her hand through
+his arm</i>) Well! Well! Come and let’s have a look
+at that scandalous dark playroom. (<i>Going up <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)
+Maybe you can induce me to build a new one. (<i>They
+go out <span class='fss'>C.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>As <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> exit both ad lib, <span class='sc'>Sadie
+Kate</span> pokes her head into room, <span class='fss'>R. I.</span>, then
+crosses in front to <span class='fss'>R. C.</span> and turns to beckon the
+others on.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> Come on! (<i>Coming <span class='fss'>R. C.</span> <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>,
+<span class='sc'>Loretta</span> and <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> enter <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Now’s your
+chance! (<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> crosses in front and up to get
+the broken cup. <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> over to <span class='fss'>C.</span> and up a
+little.</i>) Take it and dump it back of the barn!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><a id='tn-embraces'></a>(<i>Two other girls go on and in front of table to <span class='fss'>L.</span>,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>two little girls stop <span class='fss'>R.</span>, one takes up cup, other
+stops. Littlest girl enters <span class='fss'>R.</span> and gets on bench
+and embraces <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mamie.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> at end of lower table. <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> by
+<span class='fss'>R. I. E.</span></i>) Yes, hurry, before somebody comes and
+catches you. (<i>A sound is heard off <span class='fss'>R.</span> in pantry.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> Somebody’s coming!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> jumps up and the orphans assume a
+know-nothing attitude until they see it is <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span> enters <span class='fss'>C.</span> and crosses between tables with
+tray of sandwiches, stands between <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> and
+<span class='sc'>Loretta</span> down stage and <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> up stage.
+<span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> is on line with <span class='sc'>Judy</span> across at <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Well, Chicks, what’s the matter?</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>READY Sammy</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Orphans.</span> (<i>Laughing</i>) Nothing.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Cheerfully</i>) Well, run now, and wash
+your hands and faces and make yourselves beautiful,
+ready to pass the things.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>The children go up into pantry, <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> passing
+at back with <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+and puts tray on lower end of table <span class='fss'>L.</span> Then she
+goes up to cupboard and gets black box and
+comes down between tables at <span class='fss'>R.</span>, opens box on
+bench behind first table and takes out caps and
+aprons. During scene she is humming gaily to
+herself, “Comin’ through the Rye.” <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span>
+enters.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) I’m glad to see that
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>somebody’s carefree. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> stops her song</i>) Is
+everything ready?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>At work smoothing out aprons</i>) Yes,
+Mrs. Lippett.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Seems though everything’s gone wrong
+to-day. And just when we’ve got a rich trustee up
+from New York. (<i>Turning to <span class='fss'>L.</span> window <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) He’s
+out in the play-yard now, talking to Freddie Perkins,
+with a hole in his pants that big. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> laughs</i>)
+Well, what are you laughing at? It’s no laughing
+matter. Can’t you keep that child mended?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I mend Freddie Perkins’ trousers every
+day of my life. There’s no trousers left any more.
+Nothing but patches.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L. C.</span>, looking over at sandwiches</i>) Did
+you make those sandwiches?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes, Mrs. Lippett. I know they’re pretty
+thick. But the bread was so fresh I couldn’t cut it.
+I’m awfully sorry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Going up <span class='fss'>C.</span> Mollified</i>) Well, maybe
+they’ll taste all right. Look sharp now. I don’t
+want any more hitches. (<i>Exits <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> (<i>Poking her head into room</i>) Judy,
+has she gone?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes, and it’s time for you to go! Come,
+fly into these. (<i>Led by <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> the <span class='sc'>Orphans</span>
+come down <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> and <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> to lower <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+and begin playing. <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> and <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> to <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+of <span class='sc'>Judy</span>, who gives to each of them cap and apron
+she has been straightening out. They are regulation
+waitress’ aprons, about three inches longer than
+the children’s dresses. The caps are muslin bows
+fastened to an elastic. <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> and <span class='sc'>Sadie</span> put on
+the aprons, <span class='sc'>Judy</span> buttoning <span class='sc'>Mamie’s</span> and <span class='sc'>Mamie</span>
+buttoning <span class='sc'>Sadie’s</span> apron. They fasten behind.
+While they put on the caps <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> and <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>
+are down <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Judy</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>L. C.</span>, gets tray and sandwiches
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>and gives them to <span class='sc'>Mamie</span>. <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> up <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span> takes tray of cups at <span class='fss'>R. C.</span>, gives them to <span class='sc'>Sadie
+Kate</span>. <span class='sc'>Sadie</span> up to <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> at <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Judy</span> to <span class='fss'>R. C.</span></i>)
+Now please be careful, children, and don’t make any
+mistakes.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>The <span class='sc'>Orphans</span> go out <span class='fss'>C.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Judy</span>, with a tired
+sigh, comes down front and sits on bench in
+front of table <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> kneels on bench beside
+her and <span class='sc'>Loretta</span> on floor, kneeling. She
+caresses them in a manner that shows her loneliness
+and longing for love.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Judy! Tell us a story.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> Cinderella!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> No! Tell us Noah’s Ark. I’ll be
+the lion. (<i>Growls and throws her arms around
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span>, pretending to devour her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Not now, dear. Some other time.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Both.</span> Yes, now!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Poor Judy’s so tired. This is the first
+time I’ve sat down since 5 o’clock this morning.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> Tell it while you are sitting down.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I must learn my lesson for school to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> What? ’Rifmatic?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> No, not ’rifmatic. French.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> What’s French?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-tres'></a><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Tu es enfant très bon et je t’aime beaucoup.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>The children laugh. <span class='sc'>Freddy Perkins</span> enters <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+from <span class='fss'>L.</span> A large three-cornered rent in the back
+of his trousers.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> (<span class='fss'>C.</span>) When are we going to have supper?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Good-naturedly, scolding</i>) Freddie Perkins,
+turn around, sir! (<i><span class='sc'>Freddie</span> makes turn.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> What’s the matter? (<i>Children laugh.
+<span class='sc'>Freddie</span> turns back to them.</i>) What are you laughing
+at? Cut it out! Cut it out!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You bad, bad boy, to tear your clothes.
+(<i>Discovers a rent in the shoulder of his shirt</i>) You
+disgraceful little rag-a-muffin!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) I don’t care, I’m
+hungry!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> So’m I.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> Me, too.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You can’t have supper till the trustees go.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> I hate trustees.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> So do I.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> What’s to-day? Beans? (<i>Pause</i>) Or
+corn meal mush?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> This is Wednesday.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> It’s corn meal mush.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>The children all join in the <span class='sc'>Orphan’s</span> yell while
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span> frantically tries to make each child be
+quiet. The last line tapers off into a dying
+wail.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Orphans</span>:</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Mush! Mush! Corn meal mush!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Slush! Slush! Same old slush!</div>
+      <div class='line'>How I hate it,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Corn—meal—mush!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Hush, you naughty children.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Freddie</span> sits on floor.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Judy, tell us a story.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> No, no, no!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span><span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> <i>and</i> <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>. (<i>Imitating her</i>) Yes,
+yes, yes!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Pleading</i>) Children! I’m so tired!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) Draw us a picture!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I’ve no paper!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Children run around looking for paper. <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>
+goes around behind table and discovers box
+cover. <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> takes the cover from <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>
+and brings it to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Draw it on this.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> looks dubious. Sits as before and <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> to former position. <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But I haven’t any pencil!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> (<i>Turning away disgustedly</i>) Oh, gee!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I can’t draw with my finger, you know.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> (<i>Discovering piece of chalk in his
+pocket</i>) Here’s a piece of chalk.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Very well—Mercy! It’s all over sugar.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> Did I give you sugar? (<i>Grabs chalk
+in an attempt to lick the sugar off. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> gets it
+back.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, you bad, bad boy! (<i><span class='sc'>Freddie</span> to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)
+Well, what shall I draw?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Elephant!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> Circus!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> Cowboy chasing Indians! (<i>Gives imitation
+of a wild Indian.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, something easy. I’ll draw a bad little
+boy who’s torn his clothes.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Children begin to laugh at <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> and cry
+“Shame, shame.”</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> (<i>Coming down domineeringly</i>) Cut it
+out! Cut it out!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Freddie! (<i><span class='sc'>Freddie</span> turns away shamefacedly</i>)
+What’ll I draw?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Oh! Draw a trustee!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> Yes, draw a trustee!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-lippett1'></a><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> Yes, one of those guys that goes around
+like this. (<i>Crosses over <span class='fss'>L.</span> and gives imitation of
+<span class='sc'>Wykoff</span></i>) “This won’t do, Mrs. Lippett! This won’t
+do!” (<i>Comes back to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) “And this floor must be
+scrubbed” … (<i>Goes to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) “I tell you it won’t
+do, Mrs. Lippett” … (<i>Comes down <span class='fss'>C.</span> and stands
+puffing himself out á la Wykoff. The children
+watch him in ecstasy, laughing and applauding.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Yes—and make him fat. With a gold
+watch chain!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> And with a pair of searchlights!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Drawing</i>) There’s his body. And
+there’s his head. (<i>While drawing the eye-glasses,
+<span class='sc'>Freddie</span> begins to laugh. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> turns to him</i>) What
+are you laughing at?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> Those searchlights.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And there’s his searchlights. And those
+are his arms and those are his legs.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> (<span class='fss'>C.</span>) And where’s his gold watch
+chain?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And that’s his watch chain! (<i>Holds the
+picture front and they all laugh.</i>)</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/26-plate.jpg' alt='The children are gathered around the drawing of the Trustee' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> (<i>Takes picture from <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) It looks
+exactly like a June bug.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Takes picture back from <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>, writing
+at bottom</i>) “This looks like a June bug, but is
+meant to be a portrait of any trustee.”</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>The children laugh. <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> takes the picture and
+marches around with it, followed by <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>
+and <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span><span class='sc'>Chorus.</span> Looks like a June bug! Looks like a
+June bug!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>They go over <span class='fss'>L.</span> as <span class='sc'>Sadie</span> and <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> return with
+a half-emptied plate of sandwiches which they
+place on table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate.</span> Gee! You ought to see them eat!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> goes up to <span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> and <span class='sc'>Mamie</span>. The
+others stop singing and hungrily look at the
+sandwiches. <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> puts the picture on table
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> and crosses over to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>, followed by
+<span class='sc'>Loretta</span> and <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> Can I have a piece of bread?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> Me, too!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Loretta.</span> I’m hungry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>After a moment’s hesitation</i>) Yes, you
+may all have one piece.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>They help themselves joyously. <span class='sc'>Freddie</span> gets first
+piece and biggest to the disgust of the others.
+He goes triumphantly to lower <span class='fss'>L.</span> and sits on
+bench. They keep up a chatter.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> Say! (<i>Children all stop noise to listen</i>)
+I played a joke on those trustees! (<i>Boasting.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Freddie Perkins!
+(<i>Suspiciously</i>) What have you done?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Freddie.</span> I ain’t goin’ to tell.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Trustees are heard talking angrily at back off <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Gladiola.</span> (<i>Crosses up to door</i>) Cheese it!
+They’re coming!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Surprised</i>) Scamper out, children!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Freddie</span> at first sound has bolted <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span> and
+<span class='sc'>Loretta</span> in front of lower table. <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> and
+<span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> between tables <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Gladiola</span>, <span class='sc'>Loretta</span>
+and <span class='sc'>Mamie</span> exit lower <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Sadie</span> exits
+<span class='fss'>R. 2. E.</span> <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> enters <span class='fss'>C.</span>, followed by a
+group of trustees and visitors, <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+looking worried, <span class='sc'>Wykoff</span> indignant, <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+amused. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> is at table <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span>
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Parsons</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+and <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> stand at back. They have all
+been talking outside and it has grown in volume
+until they are well on and in place.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>With sugar bowl</i>) Judy Abbott, what
+is the meaning of this?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Bewildered <span class='fss'>R.</span>, about middle of table</i>)
+The sugar bowl?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> crosses at back and down <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> end of table</i>) It’s full of salt!
+(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> turns and looks after <span class='sc'>Freddie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> We put salt in our tea.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> bursts into quick laugh. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span> and
+down <span class='fss'>L.</span> of tables, back turned to <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and
+amused by the scene.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> When you have finished laughing, perhaps
+you will tell us how it came there?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I don’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Of course you don’t know. You never
+know anything.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> It was a mistake.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<span class='fss'>L. C.</span>) Bad management. Bad management!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Apologetically</i>) I didn’t know about it,
+of course—I’m very sorry it happened!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> sees the empty plate and crumbs on
+table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> What’s this? (<i>They all turn and look</i>)
+So, you’ve been stealing the refreshments that were
+left?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Parsons</span> goes up <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> The children were hungry—it’s after their
+regular supper-time—and I gave them each a piece
+of bread and butter.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Parsons</span> discovers the broken cup.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> Mrs. Lippett, does this young woman
+run this institution?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Parsons.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>C.</span> with broken china</i>)
+Here! Here! What’s this? (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> stares in amazement.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Turning upon her sharply</i>) How did
+that get broken? (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> is silent</i>) Well—don’t
+stand there staring!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> Another little joke?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Answer me, Judy Abbott. Did you
+break that cup?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>With dignity</i>) No, Mrs. Lippett, certainly
+not!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Parsons</span> puts broken cup on tray at his <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Who put it there?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I don’t know.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Seems as though you are old enough
+to take a little responsibility.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Miserably</i>) I try to, Mrs. Lippett—but
+I can’t be in two places at once. And to-day while
+the nurse was taking care of the sick babies⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> I’ve heard that excuse before. (<i>Turns
+to trustees</i>) You see, ladies and gentlemen, the
+kind of stupidity I have to work against. This is
+our prize orphan—the one we have educated—but
+I can’t trust her with a simple thing like sending in
+tea.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<i>Turns up <span class='fss'>L.</span> to table</i>) Doesn’t pay
+to educate ’em out of their class.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> These children are the most deceitful
+creatures I have ever known. It’s enough to make
+one lose one’s faith in human nature.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Facing <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> quietly</i>) If you would
+<em>trust</em> the children, they would not deceive you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> So now, you are going to be impertinent,
+are you?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Wykoff</span> discovers picture on table <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard.</span> (<i>Pleasantly, tries to end the
+discussion</i>) Dishes will get broken—suppose we
+join the others.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Wykoff</span> is examining the picture which he has
+casually picked up.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<i>Facing front explosively and showing
+picture</i>) Good heavens, Madam! What does this
+mean? Do I look like a June bug? (<i>Comes and
+exhibits it <span class='fss'>C.</span> to <span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span></i>) And may I ask who is
+the artist?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> stands staring at the others with something of
+the air of a hunted animal.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>With ominous quietness</i>) Is that one
+of your drawings?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Wykoff</span> shows it to trustees at <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes, Mrs. Lippett.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Have you anything to say?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Miserably</i>) I can’t draw. I just do it
+to amuse the children.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> To amuse the children? Madam, is
+this the kind of respect that you teach?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><a id='tn-codman-sd'></a>(<i><span class='sc'>Codman</span> puts picture on table at his <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<span class='fss'>R.C.</span>) How do you dare make fun of
+a trustee of the John Grier Home?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span>, frightened</i>) I—I didn’t mean to make
+fun of anybody.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Oh! I suppose you think that is a fitting
+way to show gratitude for all that’s been done
+for you? This Home has given you every mouthful
+you ever ate, and as a result, you ridicule your benefactors.
+I’ll tell you this, Miss Judy Abbott—you’ll
+be finishing school next month and then you’ll be
+put to work. The kind of place you’ll get will depend
+on your record here.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> (<span class='fss'>C.</span>) And when you have to shift for
+yourself, young woman—then maybe you won’t
+think life so funny.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Other Trustees nod approval.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>READY Dim Foots</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Wearily</i>) I don’t think it’s so very funny
+now.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> Oh, there’s no use trying to make anything
+decent of her. I shall send you to a boarding
+house keeper who wants a little slavey to wash the
+dishes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I shall be very happy to go. Any place,
+anywhere will be better than this.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> (<i>Beside herself</i>) You ungrateful little—imp!
+What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Commencing in low, intense tone, gradually
+rising to a fever of rebellion</i>) I mean—I don’t
+feel any gratitude because I have nothing to be
+grateful for. There is no charity about it. I have
+earned my living in the John Grier Home. I have
+worked from the time I was a tiny child. For three
+years straight I polished brass door knobs until
+you discovered that I was clever enough to do other
+things. And you haven’t kept me all this extra time
+just for my own good. When I was eleven years
+old that lady wanted to adopt me. But you made
+her take another child instead, because I was useful.
+I might have had a home, too—like other children—and
+you stole it away from me. And you call me
+ungrateful because I’m glad to go? I don’t care
+<em>how hard</em> it will be. I can make my own way in the
+world. Just give me a chance. Anywhere—out of
+the shadow of this asylum, and I will prove what I
+am good for. I’ve lived eighteen years in prison.
+I <em>hate</em> the John Grier Home! (<i>As she hurls this
+last defiance she turns and runs out <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>DIM</i></div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/32-plate.jpg' alt='Judy points accusingly at the trustees.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> has turned his back to the scene and stands
+down L. with folded arms and head bowed in
+deep thought, for <span class='sc'>Judy</span> has won his admiration
+by her plucky stand. After a pause the trustees
+recover from their astonishment.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> You see! You see!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> The quicker you pack her off the better.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> The child didn’t know what she was
+saying!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-codman-line'></a><span class='sc'>Codman.</span> Insubordination!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Parsons.</span> Bad example.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Wykoff.</span> Demoralize the whole institution!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Parsons.</span> She must be punished!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>They start to go, shaking their heads and talking
+excitedly at once.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. L.</span> And punished severely. Oh, if you
+knew what I have to put up with⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>They go off <span class='fss'>C.</span>, the excitement and tumult gradually
+dying down. <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> follows
+them up to <span class='fss'>C.</span>, trying to pacify them. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+eases over to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) I am sorry this had
+to happen before you, but really, really, we have no
+right to be angry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Angry? Oh, no, no! (<i>Crosses over <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+<span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) I was only hesitating because—well—I must
+be sure I’m doing the best thing for the girl. But,
+by jove! (<i>Turns to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) It was great to see
+that little thing rise up and demand her right to
+live. She shall have it! (<i>Looks off <span class='fss'>R. I. E.</span> and then
+slaps his hand as having arrived at a decision.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<span class='fss'>C.</span>) What!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Turns to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) I’ll send her to college!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Joyfully</i>) That <em>is</em> generous!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Gruffly</i>) Nonsense! I’m interested.
+I’d like to see if the girl really can pull it off!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She will be so <em>grateful</em>.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) No, no. None of that. She’s
+never to know who does it.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She will want to thank you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Well, she can’t. I won’t have it. Why!
+She’s had to give thanks for every mouthful she
+ever ate! I wonder she didn’t choke. This college
+business comes as a free gift from Heaven.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Don’t you want to watch her progress?</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>READY Sadie Kate</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> From a distance. They can send me her
+reports.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> A college doesn’t send reports.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Sits. Thinking out loud</i>) Well, let me
+see. We’re to make a writer of the girl? H’m—there’s
+no better practice in composition than good,
+old-fashioned letter writing. She may write me a
+letter on the first of every month, telling about her
+studies and her daily life—just such a letter as she
+would write to her parents—if—she had any.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She will have to know your name.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Tell her Smith. John Smith. She will
+address her letters to Mr. John Smith—in care of
+my secretary, just as the boys do their reports.
+But she’s never to expect any answer. (<i>Rises</i>) I
+can’t have Judy a nuisance.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I will explain the best I can. (<i>Rises.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And don’t explain to anyone else. We
+must keep it a secret (<i>Looks off <span class='fss'>R. I. E.</span></i>) for the
+girl’s sake. Let her forget the asylum. (<i>Back of
+<span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) Blot the word “orphan” out of her mind.
+(<i>Turns up.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sadie Kate</span> enters from <span class='fss'>L.2E.</span> and puts a spoon
+on lower table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Sadie Kate, run
+quick and call Judy Abbott.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sadie</span> exits <span class='fss'>R.</span>, calling “Judy—Judy.”</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Going up <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) And now I must run.
+I don’t want the child to see me. Get her some
+pretty frocks—and all that sort of nonsense. Good-bye.
+(<i>Ad lib.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>DIM</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Good-bye! Thank you! Thank you!
+(<i>Follows him up stage and watches him off as <span class='sc'>Judy</span>
+dejectedly enters at <span class='fss'>R.</span> She comes to <span class='fss'>R. C.</span> to <span class='sc'>Miss
+P.</span> <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> turns, sees <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and goes to her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>With dead voice</i>) Well—what are they
+going to do with me?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Very kindly</i>) Nothing dreadful.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Sits on bench <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) I didn’t mean to break
+out that way—but when you think bitter thoughts
+for years and years, some day—suddenly—they just
+won’t stay inside you any longer. (<i>Turning away.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Judy—(<i>Sits by <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>)—I have good
+news for you. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> faces front</i>) Something wonderful
+is going to happen to you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Slowly facing <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) Wonderful?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Judy—a gentleman—one of our trustees—is
+going to send you to college.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Rising. <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> also</i>) To college?
+Me? (<i><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> nods affirmatively to her question</i>)
+Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> With pretty new frocks and everything.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) You mean—I’m going just
+like any other girl—who has a real father and
+mother?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes, dear.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Slowly grasping the situation and as
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>though choking over her joy, crosses over <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) <em>Oh, oh</em>,
+oh! It sounds just like the fairy stories I make up
+to tell the children.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> It’s true, dear.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turning to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> breathlessly</i>) Who
+is he?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> No one you know.</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>READY Light</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> He wasn’t here? To-day? Not one of
+those men?</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>WARN CURTAIN</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I didn’t look at them. What’s he like?
+What’s his name?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You are not to know his name—his
+real name. You may call him Mr. Smith.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Smith?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Mr. John Smith. He will be your
+guardian.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> My guardian! I’ll belong to him? And
+I won’t belong to the asylum any more? I’ll belong
+just to him?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes, dear!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turns—crying</i>) Oh, I’m so happy! I’m
+so happy! (<i>Turns to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) Where is he? I
+want to tell him. I want to see him.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You cannot see him, dear.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But I want to know what he’s like. I’ll
+never bother him—never—if I may see him just
+once. So I can think about him. Oh, please, please,
+just this once? Please, please! (<i>Sobbing, she places
+her head on <span class='sc'>Miss P.’s</span> shoulder, who lays her arms
+around <span class='sc'>Judy</span> tenderly and mothers her. A spotlight
+off <span class='fss'>L.</span>, swinging around on a pivot, throws a light
+through upper window around the room, indicating
+the approach of an automobile.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Hush, dear. I promised to keep it a
+secret. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> sobs again</i>) But, he’s there—outside
+now! (<i>Horn</i>) Waiting for his car. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span>
+turns quickly, but <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> holds her at arm’s length</i>)
+No, no, dear—it’s too dark to see his face, but there,
+reflected on the wall, you can see his shadow! (<i>She
+releases <span class='sc'>Judy</span>, who crosses to table, looking off
+through window <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, if I could only see his face. At last
+I have the shadow of a father. Oh, my daddy—my
+daddy⸺ (<i>Laughing</i>) Look—what funny long
+legs the shadow has. I never saw such long legs.
+I know⸺ (<i>Turning to <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) I’ll call him my
+dear, old Daddy Long-Legs.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c019'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>1st Curtain—Grown-ups and Judy—not Jervis.</div>
+      <div class='line'>2nd Curtain—All children. Jervis.</div>
+      <div class='line'>3rd Curtain—All children.</div>
+      <div class='line'>4th Curtain—Judy.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>
+  <h2 class='c012'>ACT II</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Scene</span>: <i><span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> college study, an afternoon in May,
+one year later. A <a href='#stage142'>plan</a> and <a href='#scene-2'>full description</a> of
+the scene will be found at the end of the play.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c014'><span class='sc'>At Rise</span>: <i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> are discovered hastily
+putting the room in order. <span class='sc'>Julia</span> down <span class='fss'>L.</span>, with
+a child’s broom, is sweeping and working up
+stage to couch. Sweeps dust under rug. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>,
+at <span class='fss'>R.</span>, is dusting picture <span class='fss'>R.</span> of window, then
+crosses down to chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table <span class='fss'>C.</span> and holds up
+Tam-o’-shanter cap and tennis racquet.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> up, comes down</i>) What on earth
+shall I do with these?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> down. Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) Dump
+them under the couch. (<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> goes up and throws
+things under the couch. <span class='sc'>Julia</span> picks up a coat and
+a sweater from the floor <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Isn’t it just our
+luck to have the whole family come bursting in
+without a word of warning? (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span> and throws
+things into room <span class='fss'>R.2.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Coming <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table to chair—Crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)
+Your mother and Miss Pritchard did look shocked
+when they saw this room. (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span>, throwing basket-ball
+and mask into room <span class='fss'>U.L.</span> under couch.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Crossing to chair <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, picking up
+racquet and coat</i>) They ought to let us know before
+they surprise us. I invited them for the reception
+this evening. I didn’t ask them to spend the day.
+(<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span>, throws things into <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> room and
+closes door.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>To desk <span class='fss'>L.</span> for golf bag at desk back <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)
+If they had waited to come with the men on the five
+o’clock train⸺ (<i>Sets golf bag above desk in
+corner.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) We should have been ready.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crossing <span class='fss'>C.</span> behind table</i>) Shut your desk,
+Julia⸺ (<i>Which is <span class='fss'>R.</span> below door</i>) It’s a sight.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Pointing to desk up stage <span class='fss'>R.C.</span> and then
+crossing down <span class='fss'>R.</span> to close desk</i>) No worse than yours.
+(<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crosses up, closes desk and then crosses
+over <span class='fss'>L.</span> by couch—getting duster from couch and
+throwing it in room <span class='fss'>U.L.</span>, closing door</i>) And look at
+Judy’s, in perfect order!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Are there chairs enough?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Coming down, counting chairs and
+crossing over <span class='fss'>R.C.</span></i>) Mrs. Pendleton, Miss Pritchard,
+Judy, Julia, Sallie, brother Jimmie—(<i>Turning to <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of chair up stage by door</i>)—and Mr. Jervis Pendleton.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Crossing up to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of chair</i>) That chair
+won’t do for Uncle Jervis.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> It wobbles on its back leg. (<i>Rocking
+chair.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>R.C.</span></i>) Oh, I forgot.
+(<i>Cross <span class='fss'>R.</span> Indicates chair down <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Crossing to table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) I nearly dropped
+when mother said Uncle Jervis was coming.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Picks up book from floor <span class='fss'>R.C.</span> and crosses
+to desk at <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Why shouldn’t he?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Oh, I bore him to death. This is the
+first time in years he has taken the slightest notice
+of me. (<i>Crosses up and puts fencing foils behind
+couch.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Men love to visit a girls’ college. It’s
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>like going to the menagerie and watching the animals
+eat.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Crossing <span class='fss'>C.</span> back of table and looking despondently
+at the table</i>) What’ll we ever do with
+this mess?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, seizing two corners
+of the cover</i>) You take the other end and
+we’ll carry it into your room. (<i>Moves toward the
+door <span class='fss'>R.</span>, but <span class='sc'>Julia</span>, holding the other end of cloth,
+holds back.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> No! We’ll put it in yours. (<i>She starts
+towards door <span class='fss'>U.L.</span> and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> holds her back.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> It’s full up. You couldn’t squeeze a
+postage stamp into my room.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> We’ll take it into Judy’s and dump it on
+the bed.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Poor Judy! (<i>Laughing, they go to room
+down <span class='fss'>L.</span> and exit. Series of slight crashes heard.
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> returns and crosses to table up stage and
+picks up a teacup from tray. <span class='sc'>Julia</span> returns with the
+cover for table and crosses below table arranging
+cover, and goes behind table. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> blows into the
+cup.</i>) My, these teacups are awfully dusty!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Behind table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Oh! It won’t show
+when the tea is in.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Where’s the kettle? (<i>Both girls look
+around the room.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Cross <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) The kettle? The kettle? Oh,
+under the couch. (<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> goes to couch, kneels
+down and gets kettle. A knock is heard on the door</i>)
+Good gracious, who’s that?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crossing to table <span class='fss'>C.</span> with kettle</i>) Set that
+chair over the inkspot.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> sets chair <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, over the inkspot and
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> goes up with kettle to table above as
+<span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> enter.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Ah, Mother!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton.</span> (<i>Coming down</i>) Well, girls,
+still at work? (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) How quickly
+you have put your room in order! (<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+closes door.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Behind <span class='fss'>C.</span> table</i>) Oh, there’s nothing
+like a college education for teaching one to be a
+good housekeeper. (<i>Goes up to window seat, putting
+odds and ends on seat into the top drawer;
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> coming down to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> table</i>) Did you
+like the basket-ball game, Mrs. Pendleton?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) It was very unladylike.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Facing front</i>) Where’s Judy?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) She had to go to
+a rehearsal. (<i>Sits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> She has too many engagements. (<i>Up to
+couch, arranging pillow.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Julia, what sort of people does Judy
+Abbott come from?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Coming <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span></i>) I
+haven’t the slightest idea, Mother.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Doesn’t she ever mention her family?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> She told me that she was descended from
+the first man ever hanged in the United States.
+(<i>After laugh—a knock sounds on the door at back.
+<span class='sc'>Julia</span> crosses to open it.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> What an extraordinary thing to boast
+of!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Opens door and takes card from the
+maid</i>) Mr. James McBride. (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>R.C.</span> <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>
+crosses to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Here’s your brother, Sallie.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Above <span class='fss'>C.</span> table</i>) Ask him to come up.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Have you permission?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Just going to get it. The room’s upholstered
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>in chaperones. (<i>Crosses to desk and arranging
+it.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Turning to maid</i>) There will be another
+gentleman. Have the maid send him up when
+he comes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Maid.</span> Yes, ma’am. (<i>Closes door.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></i>) Jervis is taking
+such an interest in Julia’s college career.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.C.</span> Turning to them</i>) Yes, I wonder
+what struck him all of a sudden.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> He proposed coming of his own accord.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> That’s very nice!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Turning front</i>) What are we going to
+give them to eat?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Julia</span></i>) Oh, I wonder!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Shocked</i>) Haven’t you prepared?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> We’ve been too busy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>C.</span> above table</i>) Judy promised
+to make some fudge.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> She forgot it. (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> desk.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> But you don’t want candy for tea?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Oh, yes, you do. It takes away your
+appetite so you don’t mind what you get for dinner.
+(<i>Knock on door. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> and opens
+door. <span class='sc'>Jimmie McBride</span> enters.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Oh, hello, Jimmie. (<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>
+and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> both rise.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Kissing <span class='sc'>Sallie</span></i>) Hello, sis. (<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span>
+and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> come down stage.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Miss Pritchard, do you know my
+brother?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> rises—<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> takes <span class='sc'>Jimmie’s</span>
+hat and crosses to couch with it. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> exchanges
+greetings with <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Delighted to meet you!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>C.</span> of table</i>) How do you
+do, Jimmie?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span></i>) Mrs.
+Pendleton! (<i>Shaking hands with her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>At <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Good afternoon, Jimmie!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses to <span class='sc'>Julia</span> as <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>
+crosses to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table by chair.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Julia</span></i>) Miss Julia Pendleton.
+(<i>Bowing elaborately</i>) Yours to command!
+Well, I never was invited up here before. Why am
+I thus honored?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span></i>) We’re
+giving a tea.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> I wonder what’s become of my brother-in-law.
+He should have been on your train.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> An opulent gentleman who takes a
+taxi?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> My trolley passed him on the hill.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>A knock sounds on door. <span class='sc'>Julia</span> crosses to open
+door.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Ah—voila.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> opens door and <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> enters.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Ah! Uncle Jervis. (<i>Kisses him and
+closes door, then takes box of candy he has brought
+and with an air of mock obsequiousness turns to
+announce him in the manner of a butler</i>) The Honorable
+Mr. Jervis Pendleton, and five pounds of
+candy!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>(<i>Positions are <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> at <span class='fss'>R.</span>, <span class='sc'>Julia</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span> <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table <span class='fss'>C.</span>, <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>, <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table, and
+<span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> by <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> desk.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Coming down to greet <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>,
+and then <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> as <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span>, and sits at desk. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> gets a pair of
+scissors from shelf underneath table and helps <span class='sc'>Julia</span>
+open box of candy. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns to <span class='sc'>Julia</span> as <span class='sc'>Mrs.
+Pendleton</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span>, taking chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span></i>) Ah, ladies, I trust I’m not late!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Early. We haven’t permission to have
+you yet. This is Sallie McBride, my roommate.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, shakes hands with
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span>, who then joins <span class='sc'>Julia</span> above table.</i>) And her
+brother, Jimmie!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Oh! I say⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Oh, pardon—Mr. James McBride of
+Yale.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>C.</span> of table. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses to shake
+hands with him</i>) How do you do?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> How are you?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> drops down <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> and <span class='sc'>Julia</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Is this your first visit, Mr. McBride?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> No—fourth.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Fourth? Well, well—very devoted
+brother.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Yes, isn’t he? (<i>Giving short burlesque
+laugh</i>) Ha!—Oh, by the way, Jimmie⸺ (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+starts to cross <span class='fss'>R.</span> and up—back turned.</i>) You won’t
+be able to see Judy Abbott this time. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> stops
+to listen.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Why, because she⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia</span>. Has the mumps!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Oh, I say! Why didn’t you telegraph
+me not to come?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> I thought you came to see me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Well, in a way, I did.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> And in a way you didn’t.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Calm yourself. She hasn’t the mumps.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> She’ll be here in a few minutes. (<i>Crosses
+in front to <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span> and sits at desk</i>) Ah, I
+breathe again.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.C.</span> Watches <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>, then turns to
+<span class='sc'>Julia</span>, politely interested</i>) And—who is Miss Judy
+Abbott?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Our other roommate. We three have
+this study together.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I see. A very pleasant arrangement.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Sit down, Uncle Jervis. Don’t mind us.
+We’re getting the tea.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns to the wobbly chair and is about to sit
+when <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> screams and hastily crosses, preventing
+him also from occupying chair. As she
+screams, <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> starts back and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> jumps
+up.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Oh! This chair isn’t comfortable.
+(<i>Takes <span class='sc'>Jervis’s</span> hat and gloves, goes down behind
+<span class='fss'>C.</span> table</i>) Take <em>that</em> chair. (<i>Indicating chair over
+inkspot. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> comes down, and is about to move
+chair over to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> puts hat
+and gloves on couch.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Hastily interposing, screams and again
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span> starts back—<span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> up <span class='fss'>L.C.</span></i>) No, no. You
+mustn’t move it, Uncle Jervis.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Puzzled</i>) Why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Well, take that chair. (<i>Indicates chair
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Thanks! I’ll stand! (<i>Turns to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+<span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> has gone to tea table and
+<span class='sc'>Julia</span> turns up and joins <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>. She stands on
+couch. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses over <span class='fss'>R.</span> at back between <span class='sc'>Mrs.
+Pendleton</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Holding up bottle</i>) We’re all out of
+alcohol.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Maybe there’s enough in the lamp.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Opening matchbox</i>) Oh, we’re all out
+of matches.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Turns, takes match-safe from pocket
+and crosses up to table</i>) Allow me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Thank you. Will you
+please light that? (<i>Indicates the spirit lamp.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Peering into sugar bowl</i>) Only one
+lump of sugar!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> I don’t take sugar.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Do you take sugar, Uncle Jervis?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Four lumps! (<i>With back to audience,
+pretending to light lamp.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> We’ll borrow some. (<i>Up to couch</i>)
+Where’s the tea?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> In the bookcase. (<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> begins to look
+at one end of bookcase</i>) No, no. Back of Kipling!
+(<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> goes to <span class='fss'>C.</span> shelf as <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> holds up cream
+pitcher. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> saunters down <span class='fss'>R.C.</span></i>) We haven’t
+any cream.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> We’ll give them lemons.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Lemons, lemons! Oh, here’s one. (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of <span class='fss'>C.</span> table, and taking a tobacco skull from table;
+takes out one decrepit lemon.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Is that a lemon?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> comes down <span class='fss'>L.</span> with tea-caddy.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> It looks it. (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>
+returns lemon and skull to table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Peering into the caddy</i>) We’re all out
+of tea.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Oh, my dear!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I’m not in the least hungry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span></i>) I
+am.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Down <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) You all
+came too early. This party hasn’t commenced yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Julia</span></i>) Julia, you hunt around
+and find something to eat while I get permission
+from the Dean. (<i>Crosses over <span class='fss'>R.C.</span> and up, opening
+the door.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) I should like to meet the
+Dean. (<i>Joins <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> up stage.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Up to table with tea-caddy</i>) Good
+idea, Mother. She can see with her own eyes that
+you are a perfectly capable chaperon. (<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>
+and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> exit. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> drops behind table
+<span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Julia</span> crosses over <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Come along, Jimmie. (<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>
+crosses up to her as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> goes down <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+table.</i>) It’s not proper to leave you here.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Proper to leave me?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Turning to him</i>) Mercy, yes! When a
+man’s as old as <em>you</em> are⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, I know. He ought to be chloroformed.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Laughs</i>) And don’t let the kettle boil
+over. (<i>Exits with <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>, closing door.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table <span class='fss'>C.</span>, and a little
+eagerly</i>) Have you seen her?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Well?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Oh, she’s wonderful!
+I don’t believe you’d recognize her.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I was trying to remember the other day
+what she looked like. All I can recall is a mass of
+light hair and a pug nose.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You’ll be surprised.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Cross <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) No. Nothing will surprise me
+any more.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I’ve had nineteen letters from Judy this
+winter.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You answer them?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> <em>No!</em> Of course I don’t answer them.
+I told you I wouldn’t.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> But you <em>read</em> them?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, certainly. Why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I was afraid—maybe you’d turn them
+over to your secretary.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Down in front of table, hands in pockets</i>)
+Oh, no! Little Judy’s letters are not the sort
+I could allow my secretary to read.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Anxiously</i>) What are they like?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Teasing her</i>) Disgraceful!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Horrified. Rises</i>) What?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Shocking!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Jervis!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Scandalous!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Oh, no!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> She makes love to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> The child thinks you are her father.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> The child knows perfectly well that I am
+not her father.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She thinks you are an old man.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Rises. Indignantly</i>) I’m not an old
+man. I won’t be treated like an old man.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Please don’t be angry⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> She draws pictures of me. (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Oh! I’m sorry⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> She draws me bald-headed—without any
+hair—and legs that are long.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Firmly</i>) It’s not right.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> She calls me “Daddy Long-Legs.”</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I shall give her a good scolding. I
+can’t have her treating you with disrespect.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I think I rather like being treated with
+disrespect.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Reproachfully</i>) You were joking?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I think Daddy Long-Legs is a very nice
+name.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Then you don’t regret taking charge of
+her?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Regret it? My dear lady! Her letters
+alone have been worth the price of admission.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You must see the child.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> See her? Well, rather. You didn’t suppose
+I came up here to look at my niece. (<i>Cross to
+<span class='fss'>C.L.</span> to table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Jervis⸺ (<i>He stops
+<span class='fss'>C.</span> of table and turns to her</i>) It was foolish putting
+Judy in with those two girls.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You know how particular your sister-in-law
+is about the people Julia meets and if she
+ever discovers the truth⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Hands up in mock horror and walks
+back of table</i>) There’ll be the deuce to pay!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>To <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) I don’t know why you
+insisted⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Comes down</i>) What else <em>could</em> I do?
+I had to keep track of the girl somehow. Now,
+under cover of visiting my niece, I can very conveniently
+keep an eye on my ward.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> But why all this secrecy? It would be
+simpler if you would just come out openly and say
+you were the child’s guardian.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Come out openly? My dear lady—you
+don’t know what a parcel of interfering women
+I’ve got in my family. They talked enough about
+the boys I am educating. Do you think they would
+swallow a girl?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> It might be awkward.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> When five women, with nothing to do,
+devote their energies to arranging one’s life—a simple
+man might as well throw up his arms and sink.
+(<i>Sits <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I don’t blame you for being a woman-hater.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> laughs</i>) But—make an exception in
+little Judy’s case.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Rising and coming to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>)
+Oh, Judy and I are going to be great friends.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I hope so.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why, of course we are. I feel a proprietary
+interest in the girl. She belongs to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes, yes, but the future, Jervis.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> The future?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> It’s all very well now, but—what are
+we going to do with her when the vacations come?
+We can’t send her back to the Home!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> That’s all settled. I’m going to send her
+to a farm in Connecticut. Lock Willow’s the name.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Lock Willow?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Mrs. Semple’s place, you know, my old
+nurse Lizzie Semple.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Oh, yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> She wanted to spend the summer with
+the McBrides’, camping somewhere. I knew what
+was best for her.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> is about to speak when they hear
+someone at the door. <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> says
+“Hush” and turns to <span class='fss'>R.</span> as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+and up. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> entering.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Crossing <span class='fss'>R.</span>, sits at desk</i>) Hush!—What
+a pretty room the girls have!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> brings down a plate of buns to
+table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, isn’t it charming. What have you
+there? (<i>Crosses over to <span class='fss'>L.</span> to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Oh, something Sallie stole from a sophomore’s
+room. (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table as <span class='sc'>Julia</span> enters—<span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+going up to tea table <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) This is a
+very messy way in which to live.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>With a package of crackers, places it
+on table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Kettle boiled? (<i>Goes up to tea table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Looking into kettle, gives kettle to
+<span class='sc'>Julia</span></i>) There’s no water in it. (<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> starts to
+exit with kettle.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Oh, daughter,
+dear. (<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> comes down behind table. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>) I’ve been speaking
+to the Dean about having you and Sallie room
+alone next year.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> has crossed and joined <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.
+They exchange looks.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Why?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> There’s something queer about Judy
+Abbott.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> That’s what makes her popular. You
+never know what she’s going to say next.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> I prefer to <em>know</em> what people are going
+to say next.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Now, Mother, don’t you interfere. Here,
+open these crackers—(<i>Passes box to her</i>)—and—behave.
+(<i>Exits with kettle <span class='fss'>R.C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>, quietly</i>) Julia
+is coming on.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> I never did approve of college for girls.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Her roommates are <em>both</em> charming.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> The McBrides are very good people.
+The father owns a factory.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Turning to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Makes overalls!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Shuddering, crossing to armchair</i>) Overalls!
+My dear Florence!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> They are very wealthy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Bowing to her</i>) Oh, well, in that
+case⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> But I don’t know where Judy Abbott
+comes from.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I told you that I knew her guardian.
+Mr. Smith is a charming man, what more do you
+want? (<i>Rising, crossing to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, turning helplessly
+to him</i>) You know him, Jervis, Mr. <em>Smith</em>⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Smith?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Mr. John Smith.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, John Smith⸺ (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+table</i>) Yes—yes, John Smith. Splendid chap. Belongs
+to my club. Thoroughly respectable.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Yes, but Julia isn’t rooming with him.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns from her to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>. Hopelessly
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> sits in chair <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Who’s the
+girl? (<i>Rising</i>) Who was her father?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> If this little Judy Abbott was fitted by
+nature to appreciate the best, it belongs to her, no
+matter who her father was. (<i>Crosses over to <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Crosses over <span class='fss'>L.</span> to desk</i>) Oh, dear, it’s
+awful the way the different social classes are getting
+all mixed up.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Awful! Isn’t it? (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> At least we old families can stick together.
+(<i>Sits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>(<i>Enter <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> with tea, followed by <span class='sc'>Julia</span> with
+water and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> with sugar. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> closes
+door after him. Their manner is mock jubilant.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of tea table</i>) Tea!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>.</i>) Water!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Julia</span>) Sugar!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and <span class='sc'>Julia</span> put the water and tea into teapot.
+<span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> stands with back to audience, taking
+his handkerchief, spreads it across his vest
+front in imitation of a waiter.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Facing front</i>) At last this function is
+ready to begin.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Facing front</i>) The tango tea will
+now begin. (<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> rises and <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> puts
+her chair at wall above desk. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> does a tango
+step down to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> while
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and <span class='sc'>Julia</span> sing a tango tune. To <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span></i>) Sugar or lemon?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> <i>and</i> <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></i>) Lemon! (<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> tangoes
+to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span></i>) Sugar or
+lemon?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Lemon.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Tangoing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> and up above table</i>)
+Three lemons. I beg your pardon.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><a id='tn-bumping'></a>(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> comes down with cup of tea to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>,
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> have eased over
+to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>, leaving stage free and clear up <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+for <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> entrance. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> takes teacup from
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and turns, almost upsetting the tea by
+bumping into <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> takes teacup from
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>, passes it to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>
+has gone back to the table and <span class='sc'>Julia</span> has taken
+a cup of tea down to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> and returns
+to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> at the tea table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Jimmie, pass those buns!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Taking plate of buns of table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) The
+stolen buns? (<i>Turns to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></i>)
+Have a stolen bun? (<i>Without waiting, crosses
+over <span class='fss'>L.</span> to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span>, laughing at him, ease up stage <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)
+Have a stolen bun? Do have a stolen bun. (<i>A vigorous
+knocking is heard. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> rises</i>)
+The police! Caught with the goods! (<i>Does a funny
+little dodge to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>The positions as <span class='sc'>Judy</span> enters are: <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> and up. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>, so
+that <span class='sc'>Judy</span> doesn’t notice them at first. At the
+knock <span class='sc'>Julia</span> comes down to behind table and
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> down to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table <span class='fss'>C.</span> <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>
+is over <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs.
+Pritchard</span>. Enter <span class='sc'>Judy</span>. As she opens the
+door and stands in hall-way, she waves her
+hand and says “Good-bye” to classmates who
+laughingly respond. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> swings into the room,
+slamming the door behind her and leans against
+the door.</i>)</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/54-plate.jpg' alt='Judy leans against the closed door of the room as the others look at her from across the stage.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>With a laugh</i>) Oh, I beg your pardon!
+(<i>Comes down a bit</i>) I forgot we were giving a
+ball.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Pointing accusing finger at her</i>) Judy
+Abbott, where’s that candy?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> That you promised to make!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, I’m awfully sorry. (<i>Crosses to the table
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>and her eye lights on box of candy. She raises it
+amusedly and says solemnly</i>) The Lord will provide!
+(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns away, smiling</i>) I learned that
+in my youth, and it’s true. (<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> turns
+up and <span class='sc'>Judy</span> catches sight of <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns
+to <span class='sc'>Julia</span>, motions for introduction</i>) Jimmie McBride!
+Are you here again?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table as <span class='sc'>Julia</span> drops down <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+of <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Oh, Judy, my uncle, Mr. Pendleton, my
+roommate Miss Abbott! (<i><span class='sc'>Julia</span> crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span>, taking
+teacup from <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> up to table. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+comes forward and bows with some ceremony, holding
+out his hand to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> This is a pleasure.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Without paying much attention, shakes
+hands</i>) How do you do? (<i>Without allowing him
+to finish she turns quickly to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> and shakes
+hands with him very cordially. <span class='sc'>Julia</span> takes <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard’s</span> cup to tea table as <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+goes down <span class='fss'>R.</span> and sits at desk. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> drops down
+and over to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of armchair.</i>) Jimmie, how do you
+manage to get away from Yale so often?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> works up and across at back and
+over <span class='fss'>R.</span>, takes chair above desk, placing it <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>, sits. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, nonplussed at
+<span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> turning to the younger man, works over
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> of armchair. <span class='sc'>Julia</span> and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> drop down
+behind <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>His hand on his heart</i>) There’s a
+magnet draws me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Forces <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> down into chair</i>) Jimmie,
+sit down and behave yourself.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> rises and turns indignantly to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>, who
+comes <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>. <span class='sc'>Julia</span> above chair. <span class='sc'>Judy</span>
+turns to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of armchair.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Is about to move armchair from over
+ink spots to near table for <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Will you⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Hastily pops into chair</i>) Oh, no, thank
+you. This is just where I like it.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Is there anything the matter
+with that chair?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Innocently looking it over</i>) I don’t see
+anything the matter with it.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Is it nailed to the floor?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Looks at him and across at <span class='sc'>Girls</span></i>) No,
+it isn’t—but that’s a very good idea. (<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and
+<span class='sc'>Julia</span> laugh with her</i>) Where’d all that candy come
+from? Did you bring it, Jimmie?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>With satirical laugh at <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>. Crosses
+up and around <span class='fss'>R.</span> back of table</i>) Jimmie! Huh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You shouldn’t be so reckless with your
+allowance.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Well, I⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>To above table at <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) A token of affection
+from Uncle Jervis. (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Looking at <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Oh, really. Uncles
+must be rather nice. I never saw an uncle before.
+(<i>They all look at her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> What?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But I’ve often read about them.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns up stage, back turned to scene, enjoying
+<span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> replies.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton.</span> And haven’t you any uncles
+of your own?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Never <em>had</em> anything of the sort.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Turning to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></i>) What
+in the world does she mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I never had any uncles nor aunts nor
+fathers nor mothers nor brothers nor sisters nor
+grandmothers—nothing!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Mercy, child! What happened to them?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> They were all swallowed up by an earthquake
+before I was born.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Everybody laughs—<span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> crosses to
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and sits, and <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> comes <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+of <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> You occupy a unique position, Miss
+Judy. Allow me to congratulate you. (<i>Holding out
+his hand.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Regarding him with surprise</i>) Do you
+want me to shake hands with you again? I just did
+it. (<i>Giving him her hand and rising</i>) Oh, I’m willing
+to, but I thought you mustn’t shake hands with
+the same man more than once in an afternoon. (<i>Releases
+hand</i>) I read that in a book of etiquette.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What’s a book of etiquette between
+friends?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I thought it took a long time to be friends
+with a man.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Playfully</i>) One minute is sometimes
+enough, with a man.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Stepping back</i>) Do you want to know
+something—<em>funny</em>? (<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> goes up to couch.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I should love to know something—<em>funny</em>.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You’re the first man I ever spoke to.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmy.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table, <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> above
+table <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Oh, Judy Abbott!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I mean the first real man. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> sits
+on rocking chair. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses over to <span class='sc'>Julia</span> at <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span> to <span class='fss'>C.</span> of table. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> over to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>, and above them</i>) Oh,
+you’re not a man.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Coming down to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) How did
+the rehearsals go?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>C.</span> in front of table</i>) Awful. Bessie
+Carter is the leading man and I’m the leading
+woman. And in the middle of the most touching
+scene—what do you think happened?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>All.</span> What?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Her mustache dropped right into my lap.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>General movement. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> and <span class='sc'>Julia</span> start up
+stage, <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> to table for candy, <span class='sc'>Julia</span> to sofa,
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> over to <span class='fss'>L.</span>, <span class='sc'>Judy</span> up <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table. <span class='sc'>Jimmy</span>
+offers candy—<span class='sc'>Judy</span> declines. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> shoves
+chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table in. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> and <span class='sc'>Sally</span> up to
+couch—sit with <span class='sc'>Julia</span>, <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> <span class='fss'>C.</span>, <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> <span class='fss'>R.</span>,
+<span class='sc'>Julia</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span>, <span class='sc'>Judy</span> to <span class='fss'>C.</span> of table as <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>
+crosses to armchair and sits. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span>. They all laugh. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> takes box
+of candy, <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> joins <span class='sc'>Julia</span> and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> at <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+They go up and sit on couch. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> follows
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span> over <span class='fss'>L.</span> and goes up behind table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Crossing to chair <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table at <span class='fss'>C.</span> and
+sitting</i>) Oh, Miss Judy—to come back to that earthquake.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> shows by manner to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> his
+apprehension of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton’s</span> attitude to
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Florence! (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> anxious for <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> You don’t remember either of your
+parents?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Behind table</i>) I lost them both, before
+I was born.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> relieved, smiles at <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> But who took care of you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Different people. I have a <em>guardian</em>—who
+looks after me now. Daddy Long-Legs.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Who?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Quietly</i>) Daddy Long-Legs.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Leaning over chair <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) That isn’t his
+real name.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Just the pet name I call him by.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> And what is the profession of this Mr.—Mr.—er⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Mr. Long-Legs. He is an educator.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> sits <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> An educator? Sounds like a biscuit!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>A laugh from <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and the <span class='sc'>Girls</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> By the way, Miss Judy, do you come
+from the New England Abbotts or the Virginia Abbotts?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I believe—well, to tell the truth, I hardly
+know. My father never took any interest in his
+family.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> And don’t you take an interest?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Very little. I have never even joined the
+Daughters of the Revolution. (<i>Crosses to <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span>, who rises. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> is <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)
+When will you see my guardian again?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> rises and goes up to couch. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>
+and the <span class='sc'>Girls</span> rise. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> helps <a id='tn-msmrs'></a><span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span> with her coat.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Very soon.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Tell him I love him dearly. Then give
+him a kiss for me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Judy, Judy, what dreadful things you
+say. (<i>Turns up stage.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I don’t wonder it embarrasses you.
+(<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> comes down, putting
+candy on table.</i>) I think such messages should be
+delivered in person.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> joins <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> up <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Coming <span class='fss'>R.C. L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Oh, Judy,
+is it true you Freshmen aren’t allowed to dance to-night?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>A step to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span></i>) No. The gymnasium
+is not big enough.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> I can’t dance with you at all?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Soothingly</i>) But you may have a nice
+long promenade up and down the bowling alley and
+all around the swimming tank.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Grumbling</i>) I don’t want to walk all
+evening. I want to dance.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> leaves up stage group and drops
+down to <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Then in that case you might bestow that
+promenade upon me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Oh, thank you. (<i>Turns and
+looks <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> up and down</i>) I’d hate not to have
+any partners—(<i>Turning to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>)—especially at
+my first dance.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> turns up and over <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> (<i>Down <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Your first dance?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>A step to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) This will be my first
+dance—(<i>Indicates <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>)—my first man—and my
+first evening gown.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> down to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. P.</span> Mercy, child, how were you brought up?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Very simply. We didn’t dress for dinner.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> feels the hurt in her voice and turns away <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> If we are going to see the campus⸺
+(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> go up stage
+to <span class='sc'>Julia</span> and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Comes down <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) You promised
+to show me your running track.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> crosses to door <span class='fss'>U.R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, no, indeed. You don’t like to walk
+with me. Run along and join the others. I’m going
+to put the room in order. (<i>Moves <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span> opens door and exits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Crossing to door</i>) Come along, Jimmie.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses to her.</i>) She’ll catch us.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> exits with <span class='sc'>Julia</span> and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> crosses to
+door.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>At <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) This doesn’t seem fair.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> It’s my turn. Besides, I’d rather. Sallie
+and Julia would just poke the dishes under the
+couch.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Judy thinks we’re shiftless.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You didn’t have my training.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> exits, <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> crosses to door as
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span> goes up and waits for <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>
+to pass.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Going out</i>) Will you come along, Miss
+Pritchard?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I’ll follow with Judy. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> exits,
+leaving door open. <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> comes down
+to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>. They embrace</i>) Judy—I wanted a chance
+to see you alone, dear.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Isn’t it wonderful that this is Judy Abbott?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes, yes! But you must remember—it
+is better not to mention the asylum. (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I haven’t told a soul.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> But you say such very surprising things.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But how can I help it? You don’t know
+what it feels like to be shut up in the dark for eighteen
+years and then suddenly be dumped right out
+into the world.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I know⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> The cat’s out of the bag a dozen times a
+day, but I grab it by its tail and pull it back.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Laughs</i>) Yes, you must. People like—like
+Mrs. Pendleton would never understand.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Do you know, she wanted to know my
+mother’s maiden name.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I never saw such an inquisitive old thing.
+I’m going to put her in a book.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> That’s the way to take it.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Lightly</i>) She doesn’t bother me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You like the girls here?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Nods</i>) Yes—they like me, too. But
+it’s only because I don’t wear blue gingham. (<i>Crossing
+to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and turning</i>) You can
+accomplish anything you want to in this world—if
+you only have the right clothes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> My dear!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I’m wearing silk stockings. (<i>Sticks out
+foot and exhibits them</i>) Isn’t that a joke? Tell
+Mrs. Lippett when you see her.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Embracing her</i>) Judy Abbott!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Sits on arm of chair</i>) Jerusha Abbott—wearing
+silk—I wonder where she got that name.
+Jerusha Abbott.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I suppose she took “Jerusha” off a tombstone.
+But I don’t know where she picked the “Abbott.”
+Unless, maybe, out of the first page of the
+telephone book.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Distressed</i>) Why, my dear child, what
+an idea!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crosses in front of table</i>) I’d—I’d sort of
+like to know.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Rises anxiously—following her, turns
+her round</i>) You are happy, dear?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Rising, facing <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and
+throwing off her momentary soberness</i>) Happy!
+I’m so happy every moment that excited little thrills
+chase up and down my back. I can’t wait to see
+everything and try everything. I want to live faster
+and faster to make up for the time I’ve lost.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Rising and crossing to her</i>) Child!
+Child! You must face life soberly. It holds many
+disappointments for us all.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> No! No! I’ve left all my troubles at the
+John Grier Home! Wait! I want to show you
+something.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>(<i>Exits <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> appears at open door of room,
+comes down <span class='fss'>R.</span>, leaving door open.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I was sent to order you out to look at
+the library.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> at <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I’m just waiting
+for Judy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> You might leave me to do that and I’ll
+have a chat with her as we come along.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Isn’t she sweet?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>About to express his delight, changes
+his reply to a non-committal</i>) Yes—er—er—she
+does very well.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Now, do you take back what you said?
+Is it a bad investment to educate a girl?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Doesn’t it strike you that she’s pretty
+familiar with that young McBride?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> No!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> It’s just what I told you. We’ll no
+sooner get her educated than some young whipper-snapper
+will come along and want to marry her.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> He isn’t a whipper-snapper. He’s a
+nice boy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> He’ll be wanting to marry her.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Well—when she’s through college⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossly</i>) I don’t care to have my ward
+throwing herself away on an overall factory.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>With a laugh</i>) Nonsense!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> is heard off stage saying “Just a moment,
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.” <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> cautions <span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span> quietly and escorts her up to door <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+She exits and he closes door and comes down
+<span class='fss'>R.</span>, as <span class='sc'>Judy</span> comes from the room <span class='fss'>L.</span>, holding up
+in front of her a white evening frock, so that it
+completely shuts off a view of the room.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>By door</i>) Look at my new gown that
+I’m going to wear to-night. Daddy gave it to me.
+Did you ever see anything so lovely?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Well—I’m not much⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Lowering gown and looking over top in
+consternation</i>) Oh, good gracious sakes alive!
+How did you get here?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Through the door.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Where’s Miss Pritchard?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Library. I told her we’d come along.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Laughing</i>) Oh, I’m sorry. Just a second.
+(<i>She dives back into room, leaves the gown
+and re-appears, crosses to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Ready?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> by armchair</i>) That library doesn’t
+appeal to me very much. Let’s wait here.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Dubiously</i>) Without a chaperone?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I’m an uncle.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And then, of course—you’re old.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, exactly. I’m old. (<i>Motions to armchair</i>)
+Suppose we sit down here and have a cozy,
+elderly flirtation all by ourselves. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> sits—<span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+gets chair at <span class='fss'>R.</span> and comes back and sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>With a laugh</i>) Oh, I’d love to have a
+flirtation with a Pendleton! That would be a beautiful
+joke.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why a joke?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You wouldn’t understand—you know before
+I came to college I never realized that anything
+so superior ever existed as a Pendleton.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, I see. You’ve had quite a dose of
+Julia.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> She has mentioned her family. I feel that
+it’s a great honor to be seated in your presence.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Gruffly</i>) You rub some sense into my
+niece.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I’m trying to do my best—but Gee Whiz!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh! Isn’t it ladylike to say—Gee Whiz?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Never!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Don’t you approve of slang?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Not from you! (<i>Turns away.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Would you like to hear me swear?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I could. I’ve picked up quite a large
+vocabulary from all the tough little Bowery boys
+I’ve known.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Where did you ever know any tough little
+Bowery boys?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I used to be connected with a—charity.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What sort of charity?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, for children. A lot of nice, kind,
+benevolent old Johnnies used to come every month
+and pat them on the head and murmur, “Poor, homeless,
+little waifs!” And then find fault with the way
+the floors were scrubbed and have refreshments,
+and go home, and forget all about them for another
+month. It was very sweet.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And what part did you play in this little
+comedy?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I? Oh, I used to watch them, and smile
+a little behind their backs. (<i>She gets up in a sudden
+access of fierceness</i>) I hate charitable people.
+(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> rises. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> turns and faces him contritely</i>)
+I didn’t mean that! The only man I love in all the
+world is charitable. (<i>She notices that he has risen
+again, suddenly</i>) Do you have to stand up every
+time I do?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Takes chair back of table <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) It’s a
+polite thing for a gentleman to do.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> It must be an awful nuisance to be a gentleman.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Eh?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I’m glad I’m not one.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I’m glad, too.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You don’t like my manners, do you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> You have very—sudden manners.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I learned them out of a book. Cost a dollar
+and fifteen cents.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> It pays to get a good quality.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> takes book from shelf under table, goes back
+to armchair. Sits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Sit down. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> sits and <span class='sc'>Judy</span> reads
+from book</i>) “A lady never accepts presents from
+a man but flowers and candy.”</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> How about that new frock?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> From Daddy Long-Legs? Oh, that’s different.
+He belongs to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Leans forward interestedly</i>) Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turns another page</i>) “When a lady
+breaks her engagement to marry a man, she returns
+all his presents.” That’s a very useful thing to
+know. (<i>Rises, <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> also rises, laughing heartily.
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span> tosses book on table with a laugh</i>) Isn’t it
+silly? (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>C.</span> in front of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crosses to armchair</i>) You stay kind-hearted
+and don’t hurt people’s feelings—and that’s
+all the manners you need.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turning to him</i>) You know, Mr. Pendleton,
+I like you. You are so sort of sensible, and
+grown-up⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And old⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I wish I had an uncle! I wish I had a <em>lot</em>
+of family.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I am entirely at your disposal. Anything
+you wish—by adoption.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Really?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I want a grandmother more than anything
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>in the world. Will you be my grandmother,
+Mr. Pendleton?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No, I take that offer back. (<i>To armchair</i>)
+We’ll just be friends.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>With a sigh</i>) It’s sometimes awfully
+lonely without a family.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> It’s sometimes awfully lonely with a family.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Thoughtfully</i>) But at least I’ve escaped
+one thing. I never get homesick. (<i>Turns away.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Breaks situation</i>) Where are you
+spending your vacation this summer?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> On a farm in Connecticut. But I wanted
+to go to the McBrides’ camp in the Adirondacks.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Well, why don’t you go?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Daddy Long-Legs wouldn’t let me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>A step to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) I see. Who owns this
+farm? (<i>Hands in pockets.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Mrs. Semple.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Mrs. Semple?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Lock Willow’s the name.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Lock Willow! Well, well. Isn’t that a
+coincidence. Lizzie Semple was my nurse when I
+was a little shaver.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>A step back</i>) Your nurse?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Gee whiz! (<i>Turns away.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Take care.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turns to him</i>) She must be awfully
+old.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Well, she’s coming on. It’s some time
+since I sat on Lizzie’s lap and had my face washed.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Laughs</i>) How funny!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>C.</span> of table</i>) I occasionally
+motor through that country and stop for a little
+fishing. Maybe I’ll see you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> That will be very nice. (<i>Suddenly crosses
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>over to <span class='fss'>L.</span> and up as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, stunned by his abrupt
+dismissal, turns front</i>) Thanks.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing over <span class='fss'>R.</span> and then turning to her</i>)
+And what are you doing in college? Have you
+learned anything?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Coming to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of chair, reproachfully</i>)
+Have I learned anything? The area of the convex
+surface of the frustum of a regular pyramid is half
+the product of the sum of the perimeters of its bases
+by the altitude of either of its trapezoids.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Bowing</i>) That is very impressive.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Behind table</i>) I’ve finished—physiology.
+I know all about your insides.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Um—yes⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crossing to armchair</i>) I hope you never
+touch alcohol, Mr. Pendleton. It does dreadful
+things to your liver.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Thank you—I will remember.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Sitting in armchair</i>) Did you know that
+we used to be monkeys?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) I’ve heard rumors.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You, just as much as me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But, of course, the Pendletons are descended
+from very superior monkeys—with beautiful
+silky hair and extra long tails.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Did you ever read Hamlet?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Isn’t it corking?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Eh?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Every night I put myself to sleep by pretending
+that I’m the heroine of whatever book I’m
+reading. Do you ever do that?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I never have.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Just now I’m Ophelia!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Ophelia?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Hamlet and I are married. The King
+and Queen are dead. But Hamlet didn’t kill them.
+They just died of—pneumonia.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Um—much more modern idea.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You know—Hamlet and I are having a
+perfectly lovely time. I’ve entirely cured him of
+being melancholy. He attends to the governing and
+I look after the charities. We’ve just founded the
+most remarkable orphan asylum. All of the children
+are happy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And you, Miss Judy? Are you happy?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Happy? (<i>Rises—<span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, too</i>) I’m the
+happiest person in the whole wide world.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Tell me the secret.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> We have ice-cream twice a week—(<i>Goes
+to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>)—and we never have corn-meal mush.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> That’s something.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, facing him, hands on table</i>)
+And I’ve lots of friends, and I’ve passed my examinations,
+and I’ve won a short story prize⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Good!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And I’ve made the basket-ball team—(<i>Stands
+up</i>)—and I have eight new dresses—all of
+them different colors, and not, not one blue gingham.
+(<i>Turning away.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> You don’t admire blue gingham?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> No! I shudder at the thought! (<i>Crosses
+over <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Talk about something else quick. (<i>Goes
+up. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> glances about the room.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What shall we talk about? (<i>Turning
+up a little</i>) Did you girls furnish this room yourselves?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Coming to table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) The expensive
+things are Julia’s. It’s awful the way she wastes
+money.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Over to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of armchair—sternly</i>) If
+I had a girl who belonged to me I’d give her an allowance
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>and I’d make her keep within it. I hope
+your guardian makes you keep within your allowance.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Laughs and shakes her head</i>) No, he
+doesn’t. He gives me lots of extra things.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> That won’t do. He’ll spoil you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Facing him</i>) Oh! But it’s such fun to
+be spoiled—(<i>Facing front</i>)—when you never have
+been.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> leans over armchair, looking at her tenderly.
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span> reads the expression and turns
+abruptly to <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And which of all these things did you
+choose? (<i>Turns up.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Behind table</i>) This rug—do you like it?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes—very pretty.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And that window seat. (<i>Going up <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)
+It used to be a bureau, but I took off the looking-glass
+and upholstered the top. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> goes up a little
+also</i>) You pull the drawers out like steps and
+just walk up. (<i>She does it and sits on the top</i>)
+Wouldn’t you like to try it, Mr. Pendleton? It’s
+very comfortable.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>R.</span> of chair and pulling it
+up and off of ink spot</i>) I think I’ll stay on dry
+land.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span>, in consternation, quickly descending from
+bureau.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Hastily coming down</i>) No, no, no!
+(<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of chair</i>) Now, you’ve done it!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Staring at the spot</i>) What’s that?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Family skeleton. We keep it under the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>chair. I bought the rug for half price because it had
+an ink spot.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> A what?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Ink spot.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> You call that a spot? (<i>Cross <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I’d call
+it a pond.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Sets chair down on spot with a slam</i>)
+If people would just leave our furniture alone, it
+would never show. (<i>To <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.</span> of chair</i>) I’m sorry, Miss Judy. I
+won’t offend again. But tell me, what sort of a
+man is your guardian?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Daddy Long-Legs?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, he’s sort of tall—and skinny. He’s
+getting a little shaky now, and has to walk with a
+cane. He’s bald up here—but he has a nice fringe
+of white hair all around here.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, yes, quite a beauty.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> He’s a sweet lamb. And I love him more
+than anything in the whole world.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> That must make him very happy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Facing him</i>) He doesn’t know it. I
+wouldn’t tell him to his face. It would spoil him.
+(<i>Turns away.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Maybe it would do him good. It would
+give him a fresh interest in life to think that a nice
+girl like you cared for him.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Suddenly—turning to him. Sits on
+table</i>) When I get through college, I’m going to
+live with him.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Startled</i>) Are you really? Does he
+want you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Not now. But he will when he knows me
+better.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Maybe you’ll change your mind when
+you know him better.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, no, I sha’n’t. I have it all planned.
+I am going to read out loud to him, and plump up
+his pillow, and warm his slippers, and wrap up his
+throat in camphorated oil, and <em>always</em> make him
+wear his rubbers when he goes out.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Dubiously</i>) That’s very touching.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I am going to be awfully firm with him.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, you are, are you? (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> nods
+head</i>) Does he ever come to see you? (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span>
+shakes her head</i>) No? Why not?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> He doesn’t care anything about me, really.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Nonsense, of course he does.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I just pretend. You must have somebody
+to love, and he’s all I have. So I make believe
+that he cares.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Maybe he does care—more than you
+think.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Facing him, with a flash of fire</i>) No,
+he doesn’t! He’s a horrid, cross, old thing, with a
+mouth that turns down like that, and a perfectly
+dreadful temper.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> So! And doesn’t he ever write to you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> No!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And don’t you write to him?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes, I write to him all the time—whenever
+I get lonely. But he doesn’t even read my
+letters.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> How do you know?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> He throws them in the waste basket.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, no, you’re wrong. He keeps them
+tied together with a piece of red tape, and locked in
+a drawer of his desk, and winter evenings when he’s
+all alone in his dark library, he gets them out and
+reads them over; and then he sits and looks in the
+fire and wonders what little Judy is doing, and
+wishes she were there to talk to him.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> listens with a pleased smile and faces him.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I like to think he does⸺ (<i>Turning
+away</i>) But it’s only pretending. (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span> and up
+behind chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>WARN CURTAIN</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I wonder! I wonder!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> throws of her momentary sadness and faces
+him with a sudden change of manner.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Do you know that I am a genius?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Are you really?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes. That’s why my guardian is sending
+me to college. I’m going to be a great author.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> That’s very nice.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>With a quick laugh</i>) Wouldn’t it be a
+joke on my guardian, if I turned out not to be a
+genius at all—but just a plain girl? (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What an idea! Of course you’re a
+genius.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Down <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Do you think it would be
+fair to Daddy Long-Legs, if, after being educated
+to be a writer, I should give it up and marry somebody
+instead?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Coming to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) No! I do not!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll write a
+wonderful novel and make an awful lot of money
+and give it all to Daddy—and then I’ll be free to
+marry anybody I choose.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Entering suddenly and standing by
+door</i>) I say, Judy Abbott⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crossing to him. They exit, laughing and
+chatting</i>) Oh, Jimmie! I forgot all about you.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>You want to see the running track—well, come
+right along.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>As <span class='sc'>Judy</span> crosses to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>, <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> turns and follows
+her movements. When she is off—he faces
+front, puzzled and nonplussed, as the curtain
+descends.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c019'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>1st Call—Everybody.</div>
+      <div class='line'>2nd Call—Judy.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>
+  <h2 class='c012'>ACT III</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Scene</span>: <i>The sitting-room at Lock Willow farm,
+summer, three years later. A <a href='#stage143'>plan</a> and <a href='#scene-3'>full description</a>
+of the scene will be found at the end of the play.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c014'><span class='sc'>Discovered</span>: <i>At rise <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>, seated <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table,
+looking more mature and womanly than in the
+preceding act, is discovered at rise, interestedly
+engaged in writing a letter. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> enters <span class='fss'>U.L.</span>,
+wearing a slight mustache and dressed in flannels.
+He enters, humming a song and carrying
+a gun.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Throws cap on piano</i>) Well—got him!
+(<i>Places gun <span class='fss'>R.</span> of what-not.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Looking up</i>) What?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Woodchuck!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Resumes writing</i>) That’s good!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crosses to door <span class='fss'>U.</span></i>) Oh—Mrs. Semple!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple.</span> (<i>Off stage <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Y-e-s⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> The deed is done. (<i>Turns to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>,
+who pays no attention, crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) I’ve been
+lying on my stomach for two hours, waiting for
+that old cuss to stick out his head. Gee, I’m stiff.
+(<i>Goes through gymnastics.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Looks up and laughs despairingly</i>) My
+dear Jimmie, won’t you ever grow up? You’ve been
+out of college two years, and you act like a Freshman.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Turning to mirror over mantel up <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>and twirling his mustache</i>) Freshman! Did you
+ever see a Freshman with a mustache like that?
+(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> resumes writing. To mantel</i>) I say, where
+is Judy? (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>C.</span> above table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> She drove to the village, to send off the
+manuscript of her new book.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Well, why didn’t she ask me to go
+along?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> You were occupied.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I could have postponed that
+woodchuck until to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> To-morrow! Jimmie McBride, you
+must go home to-day. You had no business stopping
+off here at all.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> You visit Judy for two weeks. I
+should think I might have two days.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Father needs you in the factory.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Factory? Work—work—work! It’s
+awful the way we men have to work to keep you
+women in idleness and luxury.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> You? Work! Ha! It’s Judy who
+knows how to work!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> enters <span class='fss'>R.</span> and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> rises.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span></i>) Well, did
+you get the critter? (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Weeping into his handkerchief</i>) It’s
+all over. (<i>Crosses to piano—sits and picks out a one-fingered
+tune.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> I’m real glad. He et all the tops off
+my young carrots. (<i>Up <span class='fss'>R.</span>, looking around the room—to
+set things in order—but no halt in the lines</i>)
+Mr. Jervis usually keeps the woodchucks pretty well
+shot-up; but he ain’t been here lately.</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>PHONE READY</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Turning interestedly</i>) Is Mr. Pendleton
+in the habit of coming?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Crosses down a little <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Off and on.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Curiously</i>) Off and on?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Continuing</i>) ⸺for a little fishing.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Fishing!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> I’m always glad to see him, it makes it
+cheerful for Miss Judy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) Oh, fishing?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Crossing to piano, looking at picture of
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span> over window</i>) I can’t realize that Mr. Jervis
+ain’t still the little boy in that picture. Seems
+like he belonged to me. But of course I was only
+his nurse and after he growed up, he sort of drifted
+off. (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> at window.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Comes down <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Until Miss Judy
+commenced coming—and then he sort of drifted
+back, eh?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Oh, he’s awful fond of <em>fishing</em>. (<i>Phone
+rings, one long, followed by three short</i>) Telephone!
+(<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> That’s not our number!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> 13! The Weavers! Wonder who’s
+talking to ’em? I’ll just find out. (<i>She waddles
+off <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> resumes writing and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses
+above table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crossing above table</i>) Don’t you think
+it’s darned queer for Jervis Pendleton to be visiting
+up here?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> No! She’s his old nurse!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Nurse? Maggie Flannigan is my old
+nurse, but I don’t spend my <em>summers</em> with her.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Mocking <span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span></i>) Mr. Pendleton’s
+awful fond of fishing.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Fishing! Rats! (<i>Crosses to chair <span class='fss'>R.</span> by
+fireplace.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Entering—crosses to up <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) That was
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>Jim Weaver talking to their doctor. It’s awful the
+way Jim Weaver swears over the telephone. I
+think every lady on the line ought to complain.
+Miss Judy had the telephone put in. We never had
+one till she came. Don’t know what we’d do without
+it now. (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> for
+workbasket on table and returns to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table
+and sits and begins work on knitting</i>) Miss
+Judy does have more ideas! The first summer
+she was here she and Mr. Jervis knocked out the
+whole wall side of the house and had that window
+put in. Makes it look like all outdoors. It’s fine
+for the summer, but they ain’t here in the winter.
+(<i>Grunt. Workbasket on table</i>) And then she had
+that piano put in tuther room. The last I heard,
+they was planning a pergolley in the garden. But
+he ain’t been up here for a month or so and I guess
+the pergolley notion has sort of dropped. I don’t
+know what she’ll think of next.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Rises, twirling mustache with self-satisfied
+air</i>) She’ll be getting married next, and
+then⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Looks across at <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span></i>) When she
+does marry, I hope it will be to a man that amounts
+to something, and not to some trifling, good-for-nothing
+young fellow who’s afraid of work.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Gives himself a burlesque punch and
+turns up</i>) Ooh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Putting workbasket on table</i>) Land
+sakes! (<i>Looks at clock on mantel</i>) What time
+does your train go? I mustn’t let you miss it!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Sweetly</i>) Thanks!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Too bad you weren’t here when Miss
+Judy left; she could a-carried you to the station.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Oh, I can postpone going until to-morrow,
+if it isn’t convenient⸺</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>READY PHONE</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Oh, it’ll be <em>convenient</em>⸺ (<i>Telephone
+rings, one long and one short. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> rises</i>)
+The Widow Dowd! I wonder who’s talking to her?
+(<i>Hurries off <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> turns to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>READY PHONE</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Above table</i>) Are you writing a book,
+too? Is it catching?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Gathering up pages</i>) I’m just writing
+a <em>note</em> to Gordon.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> A note? You’ve got it bad! I hope
+when I get engaged, my girl won’t write me notes
+like that and expect an answer.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Having enclosed note in envelope,
+rises</i>) Jimmie, wait a second! (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) I’ll
+get a stamp. (<i>Goes upstairs and off, as <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>
+enters at <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>To <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) That was Mrs. Iry
+Hatch wantin’ to borrow the Widow Dowd’s ice-cream
+freezer.—Now what do you s’pose she wants
+to make ice-cream for in the middle of the week?
+(<i>Phone rings: two long and three short rings</i>)
+There it goes again! That’s our number. I don’t
+get no rest! (<i>Hurries Off <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> enters.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Downstairs on landing to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span></i>) Oh,
+Jimmie! The Postman is coming up the road.
+Give him this and see if there is any mail for us.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Carrie</span> enters <span class='fss'>U.L.</span> Crossing to <span class='fss'>C.</span>, carrying a broom
+and dust cloth; as <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> turns to exit.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Going up and off <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>
+enters <span class='fss'>R.</span> and crosses up to <span class='sc'>Carrie</span> at <span class='fss'>R.C.</span> <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> to
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> of table, closing writing desk</i>) I fly!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Carrie! Carrie! Mr. Jervis has just
+telephoned from the station. He’s driving up and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>he’ll be here in half an hour. (<i><span class='sc'>Carrie</span> crosses to door
+<span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Ain’t it lucky I made that jelly cake? (<i>Calls
+off <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Carrie! Carrie! You go and clean the
+best bedroom.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Carrie.</span> But Mr. McBride’s in it!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>R.C.</span> above table</i>) Just set his things
+right out in the hall. He’s going in a few minutes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Carrie.</span> (<i>Upstairs</i>) Yes’m! (<i>Exits upstairs.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> to foot of stairs door and
+speaks to <span class='sc'>Carrie</span></i>) And Carrie—don’t tell Miss
+Judy. She ain’t heard nothing from him in a long
+time and we’ll just fix up a little surprise.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Carrie.</span> (<i>Off stage</i>) No’m.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> closes door, as <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> enters <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+with mail. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table
+and sits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Coming to <span class='fss'>C.</span> above table</i>) Hello, Sis!
+Mail!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Oh, did you get a letter
+for me?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> No! An advertisement for you.
+(<i>Gives her large music envelope</i>) Gordon’s tired
+of writing. (<i>Gives mail, wrapped magazine to <span class='sc'>Mrs.
+Semple</span></i>) For you, Mrs. Semple! All for Judy.
+(<i>Takes remaining letters up <span class='fss'>R.</span> and lays them on
+work-table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Taking sheet music from envelope</i>)
+This is from Gordon. Oh, it’s a song he wants me
+to sing. (<i>Sits at piano.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> You! Sing a song! Ha! (<i>To table
+above <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table looking over magazine.</i>)
+And here’s instalment three of the remarkable
+serial by that rising young author, Jerusha Abbott.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> I say, look at the pictures. Aren’t they
+corkers?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> I don’t know how she does it—I couldn’t
+write a book, not if you was to pay me for it.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> turns up to window with a laugh.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Oh, by jove—here she is now! (<i>Crosses
+and exits <span class='fss'>L.</span>, leaving door open as <span class='sc'>Judy</span> is heard “helloing”
+off stage. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> and <span class='sc'>Judy</span> carry on a chatter
+outside as <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> goes through her speech
+with <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> playing the air on piano with a gradual
+crescendo, ending on the word “famous” as <span class='sc'>Judy</span>
+steps inside.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Now, ain’t that grand? To see her
+name printed right out in letters half an inch high!
+I always said that Judy was going to be <em>famous</em>.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> enters and comes to <span class='fss'>L.C.</span>, carrying hat in one
+hand and millinery bag in other. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> rises
+as <span class='sc'>Judy</span> enters. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> follows <span class='sc'>Judy</span>, carrying
+a small market basket, ladened with bundles.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Hello, everybody!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses behind <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and sets basket on
+table <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>At <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Good gracious! What’s all
+that?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table, <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> to <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of <span class='sc'>Judy</span>, <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) I am September
+Santa Claus. I’ve brought you all a present
+from the village store. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> removes coat and puts
+hat and coat on windowseat.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crosses down <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I like the way you set
+me to catching woodchucks. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> comes down <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of table</i>) And then go off on a pleasure drive.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> When we take a tramp in for the night,
+we expect him to work for his board.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> What kept you so long? We were
+afraid old Grover had run away with you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, I stopped to give the money to old
+Mrs. Barber. (<i>Explaining to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span></i>) They’re an
+awfully poor family, who have had such bad luck.
+I wrote to Daddy Long-Legs about them, and he
+sent me a check for a hundred dollars for them.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>, arms around her</i>)
+What did she say? Was she pleased?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Laughs</i>) She said, “Thank the Good
+Lord,” but I told her it wasn’t the good Lord. It
+was my Guardian.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> But it was the good Lord that put it
+into his head.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<span class='fss'>R.</span>) Oh, no, it wasn’t! I put it in his
+head myself. (<i>Takes two haying hats from bag
+she had placed on the table, as <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses to
+table above <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) Look! The latest importations
+in fall millinery. One for Sallie and one for
+Judy, to save the skin on our noses when we go
+blackberrying. (<i>Tries hat on <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>, who turns
+and crosses over <span class='fss'>L.</span> to mirror, below staircase, to try
+on hat herself as <span class='sc'>Judy</span> turns and takes from basket a
+flour sifter. Holding up sifter</i>) A new flour sifter
+for Mrs. Semple. (<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> has unwrapped a package
+containing pink cambric, which <span class='sc'>Judy</span> takes from
+him</i>) And last, but not least—here is some stuff
+to make aprons for Carrie.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Examining the material</i>) Landsakes!
+What did you pay for that a yard?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Fifty cents.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Fifty cents! Why didn’t you get blue
+checked gingham?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses to window, twirling mustache. Sits
+on arm of chair.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> You could of got that for 12 cents a
+yard.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Shuddering and turning up, as <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>
+crosses up to <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and puts hat on piano</i>) Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>At <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I never saw anything so silly,
+as the way you women fuss over clothes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Facing <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> behind <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>)
+Silly, eh? I heard of another man who grumbled
+about women’s clothes being silly, until finally his
+wife, to please him—adopted dress reform. And
+then⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Then what? (<i>Twirling mustache.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> He eloped with a chorus girl. (<i>Looks of
+horror from <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Good grief.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Oh, Jimmie, do let that mustache alone.
+Kill it, but don’t worry it to death.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> crosses to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and they exchange shots
+in a light tone as <span class='sc'>Judy</span> plays the prelude to the
+song. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> cautions <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> to be quiet and
+stands above <span class='sc'>Judy</span> ready to turn pages for her.
+<span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> stands <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table, leaning against chair
+and watching <span class='sc'>Judy</span>. <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> sits back in
+her chair <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, ready to listen with great
+satisfaction.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>SONG “INFAMY”</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Where did you get it?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Gordon sent it.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Oh, has the mail
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>come? (<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> quickly crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> and returns
+with letters</i>) Any letters for me?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>To table, sits on table, handing letters
+to her</i>) A million-dollar check from your publishers.
+(<i>Takes magazine from table</i>) Instalment three
+of the great American novel by Jerusha Abbott.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Having looked through letters</i>) Is this
+all?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> All! Were you expecting a love letter,
+too?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Don’t be silly, Jimmie!
+(<i>Opening one letter, laying others on table</i>)
+I wonder what my publishers have to say of the idea
+of my new book.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> sits at piano and softly plays the song.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>C.</span> above table</i>) What’s the name of
+your new book?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> “The Rufus Gaunt Home.”</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> above table, <span class='sc'>Judy</span> sits <span class='fss'>L.</span>, <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> “The Rufus Gaunt Home?” That is
+a cheerful title! Is it an insane asylum or just a
+poorhouse?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> looking out window.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> It’s—an orphan asylum.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> An orphan asylum? Oh, I say, if you’re
+going to write a book, why don’t you choose a subject
+you know something about?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Looks up from letter then around to
+<span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>; then slowly faces front again</i>) That’s just
+what my publisher asks.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> But wait till he reads it! It’s a beautiful
+book—isn’t it, Mrs. Semple?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>During this scene, <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> devotes all his attention
+to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Of course it’s beautiful. Everything
+Miss Judy writes is beautiful—but I did think the
+book you wrote that first summer was grand!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Laughs</i>) It was dreadful! When I got
+back to college I borrowed the engineer’s furnace.
+I felt as though I cremated my only child. The
+next morning I started a new one. I am an awfully
+optimistic person. I think if I lost a husband and
+seven children I’d bob up the next day and hunt for
+a new set.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> You can say what you please, but I like
+hero-ines rich.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But my heroine can’t be rich, she is in an
+asylum.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Are you plumb set on that asylum?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes, I’m plumb set!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> You see the trouble is, nobody will ever
+want to marry her, if she’s out of an orphan asylum.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh!—But she doesn’t get married.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Folks won’t read it unless it’s got a love
+story.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> You bet! We’ve got to have a love
+story.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But she’s just a little girl. She doesn’t
+grow up.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> I’ll tell you how you can fix it, Miss
+Judy; if you’re set on having her an orphan. Get
+over them troubles in the asylum as fast as possible,
+and then discover that she ain’t no orphan at all.
+She got stolen out of her cradle when she was a
+baby, and her father is a real millionaire, he spends
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>fifteen years searching for his lost daughter, and
+he recognizes her by a strawberry mark on her left
+arm.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) What’s a strawberry mark?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> That’s the way you tell lost children.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Oh!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> But things don’t happen that way. It
+wouldn’t be true.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Land sakes! Miss Judy, nobody cares
+if a book’s true, so long as it’s comfortable—that’s
+the way I’d write it. Then you’d oughta make her
+grow up, and marry someone real nice like⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Down to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) Like
+me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Turning to him</i>) You—never. No—like
+Mr. Jervis.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Goes <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Ha! I think I see the proud
+and haughty Mr. Pendleton marrying a grimy little
+orphan out of an asylum. (<i>Up <span class='fss'>C.</span> above table</i>)
+No, Judy, I am sorry but I’m afraid we can’t fall
+in love with your hero-ine.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Carrie.</span> (<i>Enters <span class='fss'>R.</span> to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) Mrs.
+Semple, we are all out of molasses.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) Oh, Miss Judy, did you forget
+the molasses? (<i>Takes market basket and hands
+it to <span class='sc'>Carrie.</span> NOTE: All the bundles were replaced
+in basket as soon as used by <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) I left the jug in the buggy—Jimmie,
+would you mind going down to the barn
+and getting it?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Carrie</span> has made her exit with the basket; <span class='sc'>Mrs.
+Semple</span> has taken work basket from table and
+crosses to place it on work-table at <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Going, mimicing <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) Land
+sakes! I don’t get no rest!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>At <span class='fss'>R.</span>, comes back to <span class='fss'>R.C.</span></i>) Oh, Miss
+Judy, we’re going to have a surprise to-night.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) A surprise?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Crossing down to door <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Something
+you ain’t expecting!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>To chair <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) What is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Shaking her head</i>) I ain’t going to
+tell. (<i>Goes out <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I ain’t going to tell.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>As <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> exits, <span class='sc'>Judy</span> sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, facing
+away from <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> in a sad and dejected
+mood. A brief pause—and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> turns—notes
+<span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> attitude.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Rising from piano. Standing above
+table</i>) What’s the matter, Judy? (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+table</i>) Don’t worry about what that old publisher
+says. He hasn’t even read the book. It’s the best
+thing you’ve ever written.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Standing <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Because it’s true!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> It’s wonderful, Judy—the imagination
+you have! Why, the atmosphere of that asylum
+seems as real as though you’d seen it with your
+own eyes. I don’t know how you do it! I couldn’t
+picture the inside of an asylum and the way a little
+orphan girl feels—not if my life depended on it.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Slowly rising</i>) It didn’t require any
+imagination. Those are the things that really do
+happen.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>To front of table</i>) Yes, but how, how
+do you know? (<i>Sits on stool, facing <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> turns away from <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and faces up stage,
+then suddenly returns to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>, taking chair
+and bringing it down and sits a little above
+<span class='sc'>Sallie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, Sallie! I want to tell you <em>the truth</em>.
+I can’t stand it any longer—this pretending and pretending
+to be something I am not. I don’t belong
+with all you other girls, who have homes and families.
+I try to be silly and laughing and care-free
+like the rest of you; but—I’m only an impostor.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> You wondered that I knew so well how
+the little orphan girl felt. I knew because—I myself
+was that little girl.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> You!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> My childhood was one long, sullen stretch
+of revolt. I was brought up in an asylum—in blue-checked
+gingham. Oh, I feel sometimes—(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span>
+sympathetically puts her arm on <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> shoulder</i>)—as
+if those miserable checks had stamped themselves
+on my very soul. And then one day—suddenly—like
+a miracle, Daddy Long-Legs came and
+lifted me out of all that misery—and gave me freedom
+and a chance to live. Oh, I was delirious with
+joy. I thought every trouble in the world was
+ended.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> I can imagine what it would mean to
+lose one’s parents.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I don’t know what I am or where I came
+from. Oh, I try to be sensible and courageous, but
+I feel sometimes as though I could never escape from
+the shadow of my childhood. I dream about it at
+night, I wake up shivering in the dark, feeling as
+though I must run faster and faster, because Mrs.
+Lippett is after me with her arm outstretched to
+grab me back.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Why, Judy, you’re growing morbid. All
+this makes no difference.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Not with you, perhaps. But to others⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Who?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Well, do you think Julia Pendleton’s
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>mother would have let her daughter associate with
+me if she had known? I know how much they think
+of family.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> It doesn’t matter what the Pendletons
+think.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And perhaps they know already.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Why?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Well—Jervis—Mr. Pendleton used to
+come here frequently for a few days’ fishing and he
+and I became very good friends. We went tramping
+and fished for trout, read books together and
+had such good times. But for a long while now he
+has stayed away and I wonder why. Unless—he
+has learned the truth. (<i>Rises.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Rising also</i>) It doesn’t matter, Judy,
+he doesn’t count. Some day some other man will
+come and ask you to be his wife.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And I would have to <em>tell him</em> about the
+<em>John Grier Home</em>.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Putting her arm around <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> waist</i>)
+He would marry you just the same.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes—through kindness perhaps—through
+pity. But when I told him if I saw a look of doubt
+on his face, if I saw the slightest shadow, oh, Sallie—(<i>Turning
+to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span></i>)—I couldn’t <em>bear</em> it! It
+would <em>kill</em> me! (<i>Sobs and buries her head on <span class='sc'>Sallie’s</span>
+shoulder. <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> tenderly mothers her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>After a pause; lifts <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> head</i>) Oh,
+Judy! You speak as though someone has already
+come. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> shakes her head, and slowly crosses to
+<span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Has someone already come?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<span class='fss'>L.C.</span>) No, no! I was only pretending.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Following <span class='sc'>Judy</span> a step</i>) But he’ll come
+and be proud to do so. You are going to be a
+famous author.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I don’t want fame. (<i>Crosses to staircase</i>)
+I just want—happiness.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Crossing to piano</i>) Poor Judy!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> starts upstairs, halting, as <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span> enters
+at <span class='fss'>R.</span> and excitedly crosses up <span class='fss'>C.</span> to window.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Going up <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) <em>He’s coming!</em></p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Crosses down to <span class='fss'>R.</span> and exits with jug</i>)
+Yes, here I am.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>C.</span> above table after
+laugh</i>) No, I don’t mean you—I mean Master Jervis.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> pauses on stairs as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> enters and comes
+down <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Taking her in his arms</i>) Well, Lizzie,
+how are you? Bless your heart.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Bless yours, Master Jervis. The sight
+of you does my old eyes good.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Taking her face between his hands and
+kissing her eyes</i>) Ah! Bless them—bless them!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> (<i>Left by piano</i>) How do you do?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='sc'>Sallie</span></i>) Ah, Miss McBride—this
+is an unexpected pleasure⸺ (<i>Sees <span class='sc'>Judy</span> on
+the stairs and advances to her. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> comes to meet
+him and <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> crosses at back over to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> And how are you, Mr. Pendleton?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>C.</span> and then front of
+table</i>) Mr. Pendleton—oh! Have I been away so
+long that Jervis is forgotten?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Well, you must admit you’re something of
+a stranger to our gates. We began to fear we had
+been forgotten.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What! May I hope then that I’ve been
+missed?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Up <span class='fss'>R.</span> Coming down <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>)
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>Missed! Why, Master Jervis, the five weeks you’ve
+been away seems like an age⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) Oh,
+you flatterer⸺ (<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> enters and stands <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+<span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>. A look passes between <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> and
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Oh! And Mr. McBride!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Coming down</i>) How do you do, sir?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>As they shake hands</i>) And you….
+(<i>Crosses to <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Nicely, thanks.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Oh, Master Jervis—Mr. McBride shot
+that woodchuck you tried to get. You know that
+one you tried to get—the one that ate up all my
+young carrots.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I congratulate Mr. McBride upon succeeding
+where I failed. (<i>Turns and crosses over to
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) No, I shall not presume to hope that I had
+been missed. (<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Judy</span> turn up a step above
+piano as <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> crosses down to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Come along, Jimmie—the time has come
+for you to go⸺ (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> and upstairs.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Following <span class='sc'>Sallie</span></i>) I was thinking
+that myself.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Oh, Mr. McBride—(<i><span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>
+stops at <span class='fss'>L.C.</span> below <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>)—I
+told Carrie to put your things out in the hall.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Eh?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Sallie</span> waits at head of stairs.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> You don’t mind, do you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> Oh, no, no! Not at all. (<i>Crosses to foot
+of stairs—then turns</i>) You’re sure you didn’t put
+them in the <em>road</em>?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Oh, no! (<i>Exits off <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Sallie.</span> Oh! Come on, Jimmie!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>(<i>Exits. <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span> on stairs starts to sing dolefully
+as he goes up and off, his last line heard off
+stage.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jimmie.</span> (<i>Singing</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I’m coming—I’m coming—</div>
+      <div class='line'>For my head is bending low—</div>
+      <div class='line'>I hear those angel voices calling</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>(<i>Off stage, closing door</i>) Go! Go! Go!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Entering <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Oh, where’s your bag,
+Master Jervis? Yer old room is ready for you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing <span class='fss'>R.</span> to <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span></i>) No, no,
+Lizzie, I haven’t come to stay.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> looks at <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and then slowly turns back
+to piano.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>DIM LIGHTS—SUNSET</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Didn’t come to stay?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Well—not this time. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> sits at
+piano</i>) The man who drove me here is waiting—I
+must catch the 7:30 train.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> plays softly the song she has sung.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> Why, it hardly seems worth while yer
+coming for so short a time.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, I hope not, Lizzie. (<i>Looking over
+his shoulder at <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) I trust it will prove—oh, so
+worth while⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> (<i>Looks from <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> to <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and understands
+why</i>) Oh! Well, ye’ll have a cup of tea?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Mrs. S.</span> And I’ve got some of that jelly cake
+you used to like when you were a little boy, Master
+Jervis. (<i>Exits <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, closing door after her and turning slowly
+at door, looking across to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> has finished
+playing, rises and looks across at <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>.
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span> breaks the scene.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Moves chair. Crossing up to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table,
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span> going to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Well, Judy, it seems to
+me I’ve been away so long I’m sure there is much
+to tell me. How are affairs at Lock Willow?
+How’s old Grover?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Well⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Cautious and sedate as ever?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) The same.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And how’s the new book? How’s that
+progressing?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Cautiously, too, like old Grover, under the
+restraining influence of my publisher.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, that’s not fair. Your imagination
+should have free rein.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> It’s flattering to know that—you still take
+interest in our small affairs.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I shall never cease to do that, not for a
+single moment.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> That is difficult to believe.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And why?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Well—five weeks away and not a word or
+sign or token.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yet every moment of those weeks you’ve
+been in my thoughts. I went away, I stayed away
+because of something I had learned.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Apprehensively</i>) About me?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Concerning both of us—the truth of
+which has forced itself upon me, and it became a
+problem I’ve been trying hard to solve.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> A problem? How⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Sitting <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) A conflict of my
+heart and mind in which I can find no peace. And
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>so I’ve come back to ask that you decide. The freedom
+of our comradeship has gone and I am a dependent
+now upon your answer. I love you, Judy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Jervis!</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>WARN</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> With a love so deep, so great that it overpowers
+what the world would call my sense of right,
+but how could I help it? You came into my gray
+existence like a spirit of Spring and sunshine, bringing
+to it an interest that I had never known. But
+the difference of our years forbade that I should
+recognize the truth and so I deceived myself that
+your friendship was my sole desire. And the play-time
+of my life began. And then the thought thrust
+itself upon me that I was deceiving <em>you</em>. My reason
+mocked and ridiculed my love. That I, past youth,
+should offer youth the remnant of a life … and
+so I went away to fight it out alone. I feared perhaps
+your sympathy might lead you into that greatest
+sacrifice, a loveless marriage. Then hope transformed
+me with the thought that in my great love,
+you might find some measure of content. And so,
+quite conquered, beaten in the struggle between my
+reason and my love, I ask your aid, remembering
+always that beyond all else your own happiness is at
+stake. Have no thought of the hurt that might come
+to me, and yet, if somewhere in your heart there is
+a spark of feeling for me that my devotion might
+warm into a glow of love, oh, give me the blessed
+chance to try—and so, dear heart, I’m waiting—fearing—hoping—will
+you be my wife? (<i>Pause.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Shaking her head slowly</i>) I cannot—I
+cannot!</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>WARNING CURTAIN</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) Oh, Judy, are you sure? Is
+there something that I cannot hope to put aside?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Rises, her back turned to him, slowly</i>)
+Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Goes back of table. Looks upstairs
+with thought of <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span></i>) I think I understand.
+And so the sun of all my happiness has set.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Crosses to piano—murmurs in suffering</i>)
+Oh, please—please⸺!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Back of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) I know, I know, I’m
+a coward. Forget my folly in speaking to you of
+this. I should have known. (<i>Takes hat from table
+and crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Tell them all I could not
+stay. Make some excuse for me, and some day
+when my reason reigns supreme let me come back
+to you, dear comrade—till then, God bless and keep
+you, Judy—always, always, always! (<i>Turns and
+slowly goes up and off <span class='fss'>U.L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> is at piano and as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> goes off, sinks to
+her knees and throws herself on chair below
+piano, crying bitterly as curtain descends.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>
+  <h2 class='c012'>ACT IV</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Scene</span>: <i><span class='sc'>Mr. Pendleton’s</span> library, two months
+later. A <a href='#stage145'>plan</a> and <a href='#scene-4'>full description</a> of the scene
+will be found at the end of the play.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c014'><span class='sc'>At Rise</span>: <i><span class='sc'>Griggs</span> is discovered at the desk, engaged
+in writing. When curtain is well up,
+the doorbell is heard ringing off <span class='fss'>R.</span> A pause,
+and the <span class='sc'>Maid</span> crosses at back from <span class='fss'>L.</span> to <span class='fss'>R.</span> A
+moment later, <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> enters at <span class='fss'>C.</span> The
+<span class='sc'>Maid</span> follows <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and exits off <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> goes down back of table.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard.</span> How do you do, Mr. Griggs?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> (<i>Rising on <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard’s</span> entrance</i>)
+Miss Pritchard! Good afternoon!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> How is Mr. Pendleton? (<i>To <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+table, sits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> The wound is entirely healed. But he
+doesn’t improve as much as we could wish. He’s
+very low in spirits!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I am so sorry! I’ve been away, and I
+only just heard about the accident this morning.
+How did it happen?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> It happened four weeks ago, on a hunting
+trip in Canada. The gun exploded and he got
+his hand poisoned.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> How dreadful! Is he able to see people?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> He’ll be able to see you, Miss Pritchard.
+You’re such an old friend, but he’s hardly
+strong enough for relatives yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Where is he?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> Well, the doctor’s with him just at this
+moment—if you don’t mind waiting⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Not in the least. But I’ve been shopping
+all the afternoon, and I’m nearly famished.
+(<i>Rises</i>) I think I’ll beg a cup of tea from the housekeeper.
+(<i>Turns as if to go, and <span class='sc'>Griggs</span> turns to
+desk to ring bell for housekeeper</i>) Oh, don’t trouble.
+I know the way. She and I are old friends! (<i>Crosses
+up to <span class='fss'>C.</span>, and <span class='sc'>Griggs</span> turns to desk to resume writing.
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> turns at <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>) Oh, Mr. Griggs,
+I asked a young lady to meet me here. Should she
+come, will you please let me know?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> Certainly. (<i>Sits at desk.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> exits off <span class='fss'>C.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span> and <span class='sc'>Walters</span>
+comes downstairs and into the room.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> (<i>Up stage <span class='fss'>R.</span> of arch</i>) Oh, Mr. Griggs—the
+doctor is just going! And Mr. Pendleton is
+coming down.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> comes downstairs, preceded by <span class='sc'>Doctor</span>.
+They stand at foot of stairs as <span class='sc'>Walters</span> exits
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> to open door for <span class='sc'>Doctor</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Shaking hands with <span class='sc'>Doctor</span></i>) All
+right, Doctor, I’ll behave. I’ll follow directions—good-bye!
+(<i><span class='sc'>Doctor</span> exits off <span class='fss'>R.</span> and <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> comes
+into the room <span class='fss'>C.</span> He wears a long dressing gown,
+and is pale and somewhat irritable</i>) Oh, good afternoon,
+Griggs!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>) Good afternoon,
+Mr. Pendleton. I trust you are feeling better.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Walters</span> crosses at back and goes upstairs off <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, yes! Thanks! A good deal better.
+(<i>Crossing to armchair front of fire.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> (<i>Crossing to desk <span class='fss'>R.</span> for papers</i>) Do you
+feel able to take up the matter of those bonds?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No, not just yet. But there is a matter
+I wish to discuss. You remember that several
+months ago I spoke to you about settling a certain
+definite sum upon Miss Abbott?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> Yes, sir, I remember.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> That was before my accident, and I’ve
+not yet had a chance to arrange the matter. I want
+you to look up some good securities. Something
+paying about six per cent, you know, stability—that’s
+what I want! You understand?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> Yes, sir, I understand. I’ll make a list.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Be good enough to attend to that immediately.
+And, Griggs, I want you to take
+down a letter—(<i><span class='sc'>Griggs</span> takes note-book from desk
+and comes to <span class='fss'>C.</span> above table, ready to receive notes</i>)—to
+Miss Abbott. Something to the effect that
+Mr. Smith has been led to believe that she is considering
+the question of marriage with Mr. James
+McBride, and that, if her happiness is at stake, he
+approves of the step, and wishes her every joy.
+Then put in a word about Mr. Smith’s belief that a
+married woman ought to be independent of her husband
+in financial matters; and that he has created a
+little trust fund which he sends as a wedding present.
+Say he feels that with her final settlement in
+life, his own share in her career is at an end. That
+he thanks her for the four years of charming letters
+she has been good enough to send and with this
+final expression of his esteem he begs to remove
+his shadowy presence from her life. Sign it—(<i><span class='sc'>Walters</span>
+comes downstairs with tray and medicine to <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+of table</i>)—and bring it to me to look over. (<i>Sinks
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>into armchair as though exhausted. He seems in a
+moment to have become the old man that <span class='sc'>Judy</span> thinks
+him.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> And you’ll attend later to the matter of
+those bonds?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, yes, that’s all just now. I’m not
+up to much business yet.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Griggs</span> up and exits off <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Walters</span> comes down
+to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of armchair. On tray he has a medicine
+bottle, partly filled, a glass and a medicine graduate.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> Your medicine, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Very quietly</i>) Take it away! It doesn’t
+do any good!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> But, if you please, sir, the doctor
+said⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Rising, crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) Oh, take
+it away!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> (<i>Following him to <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Now, Mr. Jervis,
+you should have taken it at four o’clock. It’s
+half past now, and the other kind comes at five. It
+isn’t best to mix them, sir. They ought to come in
+layers. (<i>Places tray on corner of table. The drinking
+glass placed handily for <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>. Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of
+table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Walters, you’re a good man, but you’re
+obstinate. Now, when I say a thing, I mean it.
+(<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> (<i>With patient persistency</i>) But Mr.
+Jervis, you promised the doctor that if he’d let the
+nurse go, you wouldn’t make any trouble for me.
+(<i>Takes graduate in left hand and bottle in right.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Rises and takes glass in <span class='fss'>R.</span> hand</i>) Oh,
+very well.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> (<i>Starting to pour medicine</i>) One
+teaspoon, sir. Just one.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> takes bottle from <span class='sc'>Walters</span> and begins to
+pour the contents into the glass, then drinks it
+as the horrified <span class='sc'>Walters</span> takes bottle from him,
+remonstrating. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> sets glass on the tray and
+turns to <span class='sc'>Walters</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> There! I have taken the whole lot.
+Now, I hope you’re satisfied. Don’t let me hear
+the word “medicine” again! (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, <span class='sc'>Walters</span>
+takes tray and crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> and exits <span class='fss'>L.</span> as
+<span class='sc'>Julia</span> enters <span class='fss'>C.</span> from <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, and <span class='sc'>Walters</span> exits
+off <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Behind <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, kissing him on cheek
+over <span class='fss'>L.</span> shoulder</i>) Hello, Uncle Jervis! (<i>Crossing to
+<span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Feeling better?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Surprised</i>) How did you get in?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Through the basement—along with the
+butcher. You are going to have chicken for dinner.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Umph! Thanks!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> That brute of a Walters will never let
+me in.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> He has orders.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> This is the third time I’ve called. And
+your own relative.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Julia, I’m not well enough to talk, the
+doctor says I have to keep quiet.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> You can’t fool me. You see lots of people.
+You are just cross.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) Yes, that’s it—I’m cross! I
+am not fit company for anyone! (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+table and sits</i>) Now you run along.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Crosses to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, above table</i>) Ah,
+nunkey, don’t be cross. I won’t bother you. But
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>I want your advice about something important. I
+want you to talk to mother.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No—no! I’m not strong enough to talk
+to your mother.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Oh, please, Uncle Jervis, it’s very important!
+Please!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Well, well, what is it?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Resting on chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Mother’s
+picked out someone <em>she</em> wants me to marry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Well, marry him!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> But I don’t like him!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why don’t you like him?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Well, he’s got a long mustache that looks
+like a chicken wing, and no chin.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Very well, don’t marry him!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> And <em>I’ve</em> picked out exactly the man I
+<em>do want</em> to marry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Very well, then marry him.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Mother doesn’t think he’s good enough to
+marry me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Nonsense! Anybody’s good enough to
+marry you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Rising and crossing to his <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>) Uncle Jervis!
+(<i>Cross <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No, no—I don’t mean that!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> I tell you now if she doesn’t let me, I’ll
+elope.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, please elope!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Yes, but I don’t want to elope. (<i>Sits on
+arm of armchair.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why don’t you want to elope?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> I want some wedding presents.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> If you’ll only elope, and leave me alone,
+I’ll give you a wedding present. I’ll give you twenty
+presents. (<i>Crosses <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Yes, but won’t you talk to mother?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What’s her objection?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Well, his father owns a factory.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> A factory?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Yes—makes—overalls.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Puzzled</i>) Overalls?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Yes—you know! Things that wind up
+and over. Mother doesn’t think they’re nice!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What’s his name?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Jimmie McBride.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Rising</i>) Did he ask you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Laughing</i>) Yes, of course he did.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Turning front</i>) I don’t understand⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Oh, I see. You thought he was heart-broken
+over Judy Abbott. He liked her. She’s a
+nice girl, but he’s in love with me.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Shakes hands vigorously</i>) Well, I’m
+delighted to hear it! Now you run on and elope.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Yes, but the wedding presents?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Swings her around to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of him</i>) I’ll
+give you all the wedding presents you want if you’ll
+only elope.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Working up <span class='fss'>C.</span> to <span class='fss'>C.L.</span></i>) I’ll take a country
+house⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> A pearl necklace⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes, yes!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> And a touring car!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Anything you want, but for goodness’
+sake elope!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> enters to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Julia</span> at <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> (<i>Turning to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></i>) Oh, Miss
+Pritchard! Don’t stay. He’s in a dreadful temper!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, yes—please stay!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Julia.</span> Oh!—Well, good-bye, Mr. Bear—and
+don’t forget my presents. (<i>She exits up and off <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> crosses to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, shaking hands.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> This is a pleasure!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You’re sure I won’t tire you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Tire me—no—no! Here—sit
+down! (<i>Crossing to armchair</i>) I’m already tired
+to death of my own company. (<i>Swings armchair
+around to face chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Another week of
+this and I’ll be strangling Walters, just for the sake
+of a little excitement. (<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> crosses and
+sits in armchair</i>) You don’t mind if I prowl about?
+(<i>Crosses over to <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) I’ve been shut up so long that I
+feel like a caged hyena. (<i>Crosses up back to <span class='fss'>C.</span> behind
+table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I hear that Julia’s engaged⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-missing'></a><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And I thought he was interested in our
+little Judy!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> The same idea crossed my mind.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Jervis! (<i>He faces her. Crosses to her.
+She rises</i>) I came to talk to you about Judy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Yes?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Crossing to him eagerly</i>) Are you sure
+I won’t bore you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No, no! Sit down! Please go on!
+(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> sits <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table and <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> at fireplace.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She’s not happy!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What’s the matter?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> She is brooding over something.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> It’s that young McBride. If that confounded
+young cub⸺ (<i>Rising.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> No. I’ve seen his sister and I know it’s
+not that.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What is it, then?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Jervis, I’m going to talk to you quite
+frankly.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Sits again</i>) Go on, say anything you
+like!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Well, then—I think you have been very
+much in the wrong in your dealings with Judy.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What more could I do?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I don’t mean as her guardian—John
+Smith—Daddy Long-Legs—whatever you wish to
+call yourself—I am speaking of your behavior in
+your own character, as Jervis Pendleton.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What have I done?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> You have been playing a double part.
+As Judy’s guardian you made her spend her vacation
+on that farm. Then as Jervis Pendleton, you
+went and visited her.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> You’re not insinuating⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I’m not insinuating. I know that you
+have been very unthoughtful of her happiness!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I’ve thought of nothing else for four
+years!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes, to you it meant nothing, but you
+were simply amused in watching the child’s development.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> My dear lady⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> But it was very unfair to Judy. She is
+an abnormally inexperienced child. She has been
+shut away from the world all her life, and then to
+be thrown with a man like you⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Like me?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> With your knowledge of the world—your
+experience. It’s a type that is very fascinating
+to a young girl!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I? Fascinating? Why, I’m old and
+world-weary and done for. Little Judy is standing
+on the edge of life. What chance would I have of
+interesting her?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-impossible'></a><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Of course I know it’s impossible. A
+girl of her antecedents⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> That’s nothing to me and you know it.
+I don’t care where she comes from—Judy is herself,
+that’s all I care! But this is beside the point.
+The girl is not interested in me, except as she is interested
+in every human being.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I am not sure!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I am! You have let your imagination
+run away with you.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> On one thing I am going to insist. She
+must know the truth about Daddy Long-Legs!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why spoil her illusions? She looks upon
+me as a nice, fatherly old man. I am neither quite
+so nice, nor quite so fatherly as she thinks.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> This mystery has gone too far!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Don’t you see the position you place me
+in? She already knows me as a friend. I can’t
+appear now as a benefactor, demanding gratitude
+and a reward.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> I understand. (<i>Rises</i>) Jervis, last
+week she sent her guardian a letter.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Why, she hasn’t sent a word in two
+months.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Begging him to advise her about something
+important.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Are you sure?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Starts</i>) I’ve never received it. They’ve
+been keeping my letters back. (<i>Rises, and starts to
+cross <span class='fss'>R.</span> to ring for <span class='sc'>Griggs</span>. <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> places
+restraining hand on his arm.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> It doesn’t matter, Jervis. She can tell
+you what it was herself.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> What do you mean?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> After talking with Sallie McBride, I
+determined to take matters into my own hands, and
+yesterday I sent a telegram to Judy, asking her to
+meet me here to-day.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Here!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> And now you must tell her the truth!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> No—not to-day!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><a id='tn-beherenow'></a><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes—to-day. She should be here now
+at any moment.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Alarmed, sits on table</i>) I’m a sick man.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Jervis Pendleton! (<i><span class='sc'>Griggs</span> enters from
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> and crosses down <span class='fss'>R.</span> to desk, for note-book on
+table</i>)—you’re a coward!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Sees <span class='sc'>Griggs</span> and turns</i>) Oh, Griggs,
+did a letter come last week for John Smith? (<i>Crossing
+to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> Why, yes, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Crossing to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) Why wasn’t it
+given to me at once?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> (<i>Taking letter from drawer of desk</i>)
+I’m sorry, sir. Doctor’s orders, and I forgot to call
+your attention to it this morning.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> snatches letter from him and hastily opens
+it, crossing over <span class='fss'>L.</span> to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>. <span class='sc'>Griggs</span>
+to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, awaiting instructions.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>As <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> crosses to her</i>) Now, we
+shall see—(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> stops and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> not
+wishing to presume</i>)—unless⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i><span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Oh, no, no! (<i>Motions
+her to be seated. Turns and notes <span class='sc'>Griggs’</span> presence
+and dismisses him</i>) That’s all, Griggs, that’s all!
+(<i><span class='sc'>Griggs</span> goes up and off <span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> sits <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table.
+He opens letter and reads aloud to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>“Dearest Daddy Long-Legs,</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>“For four years you have stood in the background
+brooding over my life, and I have loved you very
+much, but I want to see you. I want to touch your
+hand, I want to know that you are real.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'><span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>“Something has happened and I need your advice.
+Maybe you know where I came from? Maybe you
+know who I am? You must tell me the truth, even
+if it’s dreadful. I’d rather know than imagine. It’s
+very important that I should know; for perhaps it
+will change my whole life. May I tell you a secret,
+Daddy dear? I love another man besides you.”</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>A look between <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+hastily continues.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c021'>“But he comes from a family all full of ancestors—and
+I’ve never had the courage to tell him about the
+John Grier Home….”</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> begins occasionally to dab her
+eyes with handkerchief.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c021'>“I let him go away believing that I didn’t care.
+And now I miss him and miss him and miss him!
+The whole world seems empty and aching. I hate
+the moonlight because it’s beautiful and he is not
+here to see it with me.”</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> is affected by the reading, and
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span> tries to conceal his emotion.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c021'>“Yesterday I heard that he has had an accident”—</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Pause. Looks at his hand, then to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c021'>—“and has been very ill….”</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Looks at <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and hastily continues.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c021'>“I know he is unhappy, and I have been thinking,
+maybe—I ought not to let anything in the world
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>stand between us. But, of course, I may be wrong,
+because I had a funny bringing up. May I come
+and talk with you just once? I will never, never
+bother you again.</p>
+
+<p class='c022'>“Yours always,</p>
+
+<div class='c023'>“<span class='sc'>Judy</span>.”</div>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> rises slowly and <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> also. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+looks at her. <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> is weeping.
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, feeling he must do something in his
+joy, hugs <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>. <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> laughing—<span class='sc'>Miss
+Pritchard</span> crying—and after a pause,
+<span class='sc'>Jervis’s</span> eyes fall upon the postscript.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'>Hello! What’s this postscript?</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>“Have you a butler? I am afraid of butlers”—</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Another look at <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>. <span class='sc'>Walters</span> enters
+with tray, comes <span class='fss'>C.</span> above table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c021'>“and I don’t know who to ask for at the door.”</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>He squares his shoulders as if throwing off a
+weight. He is happy, excited and full of energy.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> Your medicine, sir.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Turning to him</i>) What do I want with
+medicine? (<i>Crosses over to <span class='fss'>R.</span> <span class='sc'>Walters</span>, looking at
+him in blank amazement</i>) I’m tired of this invalid
+business. (<i>To <span class='sc'>Miss P.</span></i>) Will you excuse me
+while I get in some clothes suitable for a smart
+young chap like me? Take it yourself! (<i>He runs
+out and upstairs while <span class='sc'>Walters</span> stares after him in
+horrified bewilderment.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> Do you think—it’s dangerous?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Crossing up <span class='fss'>C.</span>, laughing</i>) Don’t worry,
+Walters, he’ll recover. (<i>Exits <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>As <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> exits, <span class='sc'>Walters</span> crosses to <span class='fss'>L.</span> to
+armchair. <span class='sc'>Griggs</span> enters to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> Oh, Walters! Where’s Mr. Pendleton?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> He’s gone out⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> Gone out?</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>READY BELL</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> Of his mind, sir. (<i>Swings armchair
+around to face the fire.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Griggs.</span> (<i>Crosses to desk at <span class='fss'>R.</span> and places typed
+letter to <span class='sc'>Judy</span> on the desk</i>) Oh, Walters, please call
+Mr. Pendleton’s attention to this on his return.</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>Bell rings off <span class='fss'>R.</span> and <span class='sc'>Maid</span> crosses <span class='fss'>L.</span> to <span class='fss'>R.</span> at back.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> Certainly, sir. (<i>Goes to mantel as
+<span class='sc'>Griggs</span> exits off <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>A pause—and the <span class='sc'>Maid</span> returns, followed by <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Maid.</span> (<i>Up <span class='fss'>C.</span>, motioning <span class='sc'>Judy</span> into the room</i>)
+I’ll let Miss Pritchard know you’re here!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i>LIGHTS. Dim Foots. Take 5 minutes to end of
+act.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Thank you. (<i><span class='sc'>Maid</span> exits off <span class='fss'>L.</span> and <span class='sc'>Judy</span>
+comes down into room, looking around wonderingly.
+<span class='sc'>Walters</span> is at mantel, back turned to <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and concealed
+by the armchair. <span class='sc'>Judy</span> comes to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table
+and looks around to <span class='fss'>L.</span>, as <span class='sc'>Walters</span> turns towards
+her. His head and shoulders are visible to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>and she is startled, thinking it to be “Daddy Long-Legs”</i>)
+You—you are⸺</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/111-plate.jpg' alt='Walters stands in front of Judy, who leans nervously against the armchair' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> (<i>Stepping below chair</i>) The butler,
+Miss. (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span>, frightened, turns to go up <span class='fss'>C.L.</span> and
+<span class='sc'>Walters</span> crosses to chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table</i>) Who is it you
+wish to see, please?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Coming down <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) Oh, I wish to
+see Mr.—Mr.—er⸺ How is the old gentleman?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> (<i>Startled</i>) The old—old—oh, yes,
+Miss! He’s far from well.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, I’m so sorry. I haven’t heard—I
+hope it isn’t serious?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> (<i>To <span class='fss'>L.C.</span>, above table</i>) He’s pretty
+bad, Miss. He can’t seem to pick up.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, and, of course, at his age he must be
+very feeble?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Walters.</span> Feeble, Miss? (<i>Turning and looking
+upstairs, then turning back to <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Well, not exactly
+feeble, Miss—er—between ourselves, he’s a
+little bit out of his head!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Troubled, stepping back to <span class='fss'>R.</span></i>) Oh! I’m
+so sorry! Why—who⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> enters <span class='fss'>C.</span>, crosses down to <span class='sc'>Judy</span>,
+as <span class='sc'>Walters</span> sees <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> and goes up
+and off <span class='fss'>L.</span></i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Embracing <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Judy, dear!
+(<i>Takes <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> furs and puts them on desk and
+turns to her</i>) You’re late! Did you have any
+trouble finding the house? (<i>Sits at desk.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Oh, no, the taxicab brought me straight to
+the door, but when I got here I was afraid to ring
+the bell. I walked twice around the block to get up
+my courage—but I needn’t have been afraid. The
+butler is such a nice fatherly old man.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> bus. Spotlight from lower <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>through window—focussed before rise and thrown
+up stage—covers <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Did my telegram surprise
+you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Sits <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) If I live to be ninety-nine,
+I shall never forget how surprised I was when
+I read that message.—Yesterday, before it came, I
+was feeling so discouraged and unhappy and down,
+as though all the light had gone out of the world for
+me—and then—when I learned that I was to see
+Daddy Long-Legs! He has made things right for
+me before—maybe he can do it again! Oh, I was
+so excited that I couldn’t sleep last night—not a
+single wink. Mrs. Semple called me this morning
+at four o’clock. I ate breakfast in the kitchen by
+candle light, and drove five miles to the station
+through the most glorious October dawn. The sun
+came up and all of the trees were crimson, and the
+cornfields and stone walls covered with frost—the
+air was so clear and keen and promising. I just
+felt something was going to happen! And all the
+way in the train, the rails kept singing: “You’re going
+to see Daddy Long-Legs! You’re going to see
+Daddy Long-Legs!” And all the time I had the
+feeling that maybe before the journey ended, I
+should see someone else—someone dearer—dearer
+than Daddy…. (<i>She turns to hide her tears from
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>, who rises and crosses to her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>Tenderly</i>) My dear!</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> turns to her and observes portrait over the
+mantel. Crosses over to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of table to get a better
+look and observes a resemblance, slowly turns
+around to <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span>.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Why—whose portrait is that?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> (<i>To <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table</i>) That is his brother.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> turns back to picture</i>) His eldest brother
+who is dead.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>To <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></i>) Daddy Long-Legs’
+brother?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span> starts to descend stairs.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Miss P.</span> Yes.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turning to picture again</i>) Strange!—(<i><span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+swings down into room to <span class='fss'>R.</span> without observing
+<span class='sc'>Judy</span>. <span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span> crosses up to <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>
+and meets him a little above <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table. Tenderly
+indicates <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> presence and quietly exits off <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+<span class='sc'>Jervis</span> comes down to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, on line with <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>)—it
+looks so like—so very—so <em>very</em>—(<i>Turns to
+<span class='sc'>Miss Pritchard</span></i>)—like—(<i>Sees <span class='sc'>Jervis</span></i>)—Jervis!
+(<i>Drops her head.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>DIM MORE</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Judy!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Why are you here?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Playfully</i>) Why are you here?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> I came to see Daddy Long-Legs.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> And have you seen him?</p>
+
+<div class='c018'><i>WARN CURTAIN</i></div>
+
+<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> No. (<i>Raising her head and looking at
+him and noticing his pallor, and taking a step to <span class='fss'>C.</span></i>)
+Oh, you’ve been ill?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Taking a step to <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='sc'>Judy</span></i>) Yes, and
+quite a little sad.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Again with head drooping</i>) I’m sorry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> (<i>Tenderly</i>) Oh, Judy! Judy! Why
+did you send me away from you?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turning from him</i>) Please, please don’t
+ask me why!</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> May Daddy Long-Legs know?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> Yes—he knows.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, my dear, my dear, and did you think
+my love for you so mean that a matter of your birth
+could make me pause? You are you—that’s all I
+ask, my great, my only need⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> My birth—then—you know?</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> I have known it always—always—since
+I first heard a child’s voice crying out for freedom.
+From the day a careless hand threw in her path a
+grain of hope—a grain which lodged in the richness
+of her soul and grew before his watchful eyes, into
+a wondrous flower….</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Judy.</span> (<i>Turning to him</i>) Then—you are⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='sc'>Jervis.</span> Oh, Judy, couldn’t you have guessed that
+<em>I was Daddy Long-Legs</em>?</p>
+
+<p class='c017'>(<i><span class='sc'>Judy</span> slowly raises her eyes to his and reads the
+great meaning as <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> puts his arms around
+her and gathers her in embrace—as the curtain
+descends.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>CURTAIN</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<h2 class="hidden">Appendix</h2>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span><a id='scene-1'></a><span class='large'>ACT I</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c024'><span class='sc'>Scene</span>: <i>The scene shows the dining-room of the
+John Grier Home. A bare, dreary room with
+plastered walls. Main entrance at <span class='fss'>C.</span> leading into
+a bare hall outside. <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> is a large cupboard;
+partly opened; shelves covered with
+cheap fringed paper and filled with plates;
+dishes and earthenware crocks. On the lowest
+shelf is a black paste-board box containing
+white muslin caps and aprons. <span class='fss'>R.</span> of cupboard
+is an entrance leading into the pantry, at back
+a low shelf on which are various kitchen pans.
+At lower <span class='fss'>R.</span> is an entrance leading to children’s
+department. Above it another entrance with
+door leading to kitchen. Entrances lower <span class='fss'>R.</span>,
+back <span class='fss'>R.</span> and <span class='fss'>C.</span> are open entrances. At <span class='fss'>L.</span> are
+two large windows through which is seen the
+porch outside and the yard beyond.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>The room is furnished with four long tables,
+two <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> are placed across stage <span class='fss'>R.</span> to <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+Two <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> are placed up and down stage.
+Table <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> is lower, for the smaller children.
+Dimensions, 8 × 2, stand 22 inches high, other
+tables 8 × 2 stand 28 inches high, benches on
+each side of tables, and stools at end, 18 in.
+high. Benches and stools for small table 14 in.
+high. The tables are covered with white marble
+oil-cloth and rest on horses. The tables are set
+for the next meal. A large soup-plate, cup and
+soup-spoon at each plate. 14 at a table. On
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>each table a large salt-cellar. Table <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+down stage is cleared and a dish-pan with
+polishing rags and soap placed there for the
+orphans to clean the teaspoons for the Trustees’
+tea. On lower table <span class='fss'>R.</span> at <span class='fss'>L.</span> end is a tray containing
+cups, saucers and sugar bowl to be sent
+to the Trustees’ room. Salt-cellar on this table
+filled with sugar, not salt.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>The only decoration in the room is a large
+lettered illumined text, painted over door at <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+“The Lord will provide.”</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><a id='tn-lippett2'></a><i>The light at rise is of late afternoon dimmed
+at cue to dark evening and coming up a little as
+<span class='sc'>Mrs. Lippett</span> turns on bracket lights. Off stage
+at <span class='fss'>R. 2 E.</span> is a table. On table a tray containing
+two plates of bread sandwiches for Judy, also
+napkins and dish of sliced lemons for <span class='sc'>Mrs.
+Lippett</span>.</i></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><a id='scene-2'></a><span class='large'>ACT II</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c024'><i><span class='sc'>The Scene</span> shows a prettily furnished college study.
+At <span class='fss'>C.</span> back is a large bay window flanked by
+smaller windows <span class='fss'>R.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span>, through which is
+seen the college campus and country beyond.
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> of window at <span class='fss'>R.</span> is the entrance into the room,
+the door opening on and down stage. A hall
+at rear, leading off <span class='fss'>R.</span> At <span class='fss'>R.</span> middle of plot, a
+door opening off into <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> room and above it,
+<span class='fss'>L.</span>, a door opening off into <span class='sc'>Sallie’s</span> room.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>Between doors <span class='fss'>L.</span> is <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> desk, with chair.
+This desk is well arranged. Over it a small sign
+stolen from some store by the girls, reading
+“We study to please.” Above the sign a large
+framed picture of Mona Lisa. On wall above
+upper door <span class='fss'>L.</span> is tacked a college poster of the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>Freshmen’s Tree ceremonies. Under window
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span> is a round table on which is a tea tray
+containing cups, saucers, spoons, teapot, cream
+pitcher and empty sugar bowl. Also a spirit
+lamp, empty alcohol bottle and empty box of
+matches. <span class='fss'>L.</span> of this table a couch and pillows
+in disorder. Under <span class='fss'>R.</span> end of couch the kettle.
+Over couch, tacked on wall, is a Princeton college
+pennant. Above couch, fastened on wall, a
+bookcase with books. On wall above case hangs
+a large rabbit’s head (papier mache). At <span class='fss'>C.</span> a
+large bureau with upholstered top sets in the
+box window. Drawers to open like steps. On
+top, pillow, books and a memorandum case are
+scattered, later put in top drawer by <span class='sc'>Julia</span>.
+A large, ornamental Japanese lantern hangs
+above in <span class='fss'>C.</span> Shade curtains on windows, with
+draperies in front on all windows. <span class='fss'>C.</span> draperies
+hang to floor, side draperies to window length.
+On side window sills, small vases filled with
+spring field flowers. Before window <span class='fss'>R.</span> of <span class='fss'>C.</span>,
+<span class='sc'>Sallie’s</span> desk, in wild disorder, with chair. <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+of desk an oak armchair with one short leg, the
+“wobbly” chair. Above chair a large picture of
+Sir Galahad. Tacked on wall at window, a college
+poster of “Field Day” with an illustration
+of <span class='sc'>Judy</span> running <span class='fss'>C.</span>, copied from book (Daddy
+Long-Legs). Above <span class='sc'>Sallie’s</span> desk a small
+stolen sign, “No smoking allowed.” Over door
+at back a larger stolen sign, “Our success is not
+mere talk.” On door outside an old-fashioned
+brass knocker. Below door at <span class='fss'>R.</span> is <span class='sc'>Julia’s</span> desk,
+also in disorder, and chair. Another single
+chair a little <span class='fss'>L.</span> and up from this desk. On door
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> a poster of the Sophomore’s Cotillion. On
+wall <span class='fss'>R.</span> and <span class='fss'>L.</span> of door <span class='fss'>R.</span> a large picture.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>At <span class='fss'>C.</span> on floor a pretty medallion rug, about
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>12 × 15. At <span class='fss'>R.</span> of rug from <span class='fss'>C.</span> a large inkspot
+about a foot in diameter. At <span class='fss'>C.</span> to left a combination
+flat-topped desk with shelves at <span class='fss'>R.</span> and
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table a large rattan armchair with
+hour-glass shaped bottom, caned to floor, concealing
+inkspot later. An oak armchair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+desk. On shelf <span class='fss'>L.</span> of desk, a tobacco jar, skull,
+with two aged lemons. Also a pair of scissors.
+On shelf <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, a small book for <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.
+Cover on desk and it is covered with a heterogeneous
+mass of vases, books, ink bottles, tennis
+balls and a pair of fencing foils. Chair <span class='fss'>R.</span>
+of desk has a sweater and tennis racquet, and a
+feather duster for <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>. On floor by inkspot
+are a couple of girls’ out-of-door coats and
+a note-book. On chair <span class='fss'>L.</span> of desk is a fencing
+mask, a basket ball, a tennis racquet, a tam-o’-shanter,
+also child’s sweeping broom for <span class='sc'>Julia</span>.
+On chair by <span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> desk a golf bag with sticks.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>Off <span class='fss'>L.I.E.</span> is a small crash and an extra cover
+for <span class='fss'>C.</span> table, same material as one on stage
+which <span class='sc'>Julia</span> takes on after crash avoiding
+waste of time. Also a gown for <span class='sc'>Judy</span>. On
+table off stage back <span class='fss'>R.</span> a table with box of candy
+for <span class='sc'>Jervis</span>, card and tray for maid, plate of
+buns for <span class='sc'>Mrs. Pendleton</span>, cup of sugar for
+<span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>, cup of tea for <span class='sc'>Sallie</span> and kettle of hot
+water and box of tea biscuits for <span class='sc'>Julia</span>.</i></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><a id='scene-3'></a><span class='large'>ACT III</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c024'><span class='sc'>Scene</span>: <i>The sitting room at Lock Willow Farm.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>The room is that of an old-fashioned New
+England farmhouse, flat ceiling to mid-stage,
+and then sloping down at back. A large window
+at center with cushioned seat, through
+which is seen the garden outside, a stone wall
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>beyond, and in the distance, a rolling landscape
+of Connecticut.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>A jut at left extends on about one-quarter of
+stage to <span class='fss'>L.</span> of <span class='fss'>C. L.</span> and down stage to about 7
+feet from curtain line. In front of jut at lower
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> presenting a side view to audience a short
+flight of stairs with white spindle posts and mahogany
+rail lead to a door opening off stage to
+the living rooms above. At upper <span class='fss'>L.</span> side of jut
+is the main door leading into the yard. At the
+lower <span class='fss'>R.</span> is a door opening of the kitchen.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>A fireplace at middle right, filled with ferns
+and goldenrod. An old-fashioned, three-cornered
+colonial cupboard in upper <span class='fss'>R.</span> corner.
+The walls are covered with a soft-shaded cretonne
+of green and white stripes, blended with
+a small rose pattern of flowers. The doors,
+windows, fireplace and all woodwork are in
+ivory white, and a mahogany baseboard extending
+around the room.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><a id='tn-sallie'></a><i>The furniture is all old colonial mahogany.
+A mahogany drop-leaf table at <span class='fss'>C.</span>, a lacquered
+single chair at <span class='fss'>R.</span> of table, an armchair at <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+and a mahogany upholstered stool below table.
+An old cashmere covering on table, and an old-fashioned
+inlaid desk with writing materials on
+table for <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><a id='tn-armchair'></a><i>At <span class='fss'>R.</span> in front of mantel, an upholstered mahogany
+armchair with tidy. At <span class='fss'>R.</span> above mantel
+a square work-table; a small work-basket
+on table. At <span class='fss'>L.</span> of cupboard an armchair, <span class='fss'>L.</span> of
+window a what-not filled with shells, vases, and
+odds and ends of ornaments. At stage <span class='fss'>L.</span> a
+small mahogany upright piano, with single mahogany
+chair and cushioned seat for <span class='sc'>Judy</span>.
+Music on piano. Below piano another single
+chair. At lower <span class='fss'>L.</span> below stairs a small mahogany
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>card-table, leaf raised against wall. On
+table an old clock and pair of old-fashioned silver
+candlesticks with partly burned candles.
+Over table, an old mahogany mirror.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>In lower front side of jut—on wall, on a diagonal
+line with staircase are hung some old
+family silhouettes. Over piano (on side wall
+of jut) hangs an oil painting of <span class='sc'>Jervis Pendleton</span>
+at the age of four. Above piano near
+door hangs an old framed engraving of George
+Washington. Over what-not at <span class='fss'>L.</span> back hangs
+a large engraving of Gen. Grant and family,
+flanked by smaller old framed pictures of Lincoln
+and Jackson. At <span class='fss'>L.</span> back between window
+and cupboard hangs a colored Martha Washington
+and below a small engraving of Washington
+at Valley Forge. Over mantel at <span class='fss'>C.</span>
+hangs an old-fashioned, oblong mirror, with top
+picture panel. On either side of mirror hangs
+old-fashioned life-size crayons in oval frames
+of <span class='sc'>Mr.</span> and <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>. On either side of
+fireplace, flanking the <span class='sc'>Semple</span> pictures, are
+small characteristic pictures of colonial subjects.
+An old copper warming pan hangs at lower end
+of fireplace.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>A large rag medallion on floor at <span class='fss'>C.</span> and
+around the room some hand-braided rugs.
+White shade curtains at <span class='fss'>C.</span> overhung with lace
+curtains. A plaited valance across top of window
+with side draperies, and cushioned seat in
+window with hanging drape to match top of
+valance—all of same material (green and mahogany
+water stain) serve as a picture frame
+to window and complete the room. Off stage to
+<span class='fss'>R.</span> is a telephone bell. Off stage at lower <span class='fss'>L.</span> a
+stamped envelope for <span class='sc'>Sallie</span>. Off stage <span class='fss'>L. U.</span>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>the other properties for <span class='sc'>Carrie</span>, <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>The light outside is a soft September afternoon
+of rich amber. Within the room the light
+is full but not bright. Dimmed at end of act
+into a mellow sunset.</i></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><a id='scene-4'></a><span class='large'>ACT IV</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c024'><span class='sc'>Scene</span>: <i>The scene shows <span class='sc'>Jervis Pendleton’s</span> library,
+a dark, richly-furnished man’s room.
+The room is panelled in Circassian walnut and
+topped by a green and gold frieze. The entrance
+<span class='fss'>C.</span> is a square arch, hung with curtains
+partly open and topped with lambrequin. It
+leads to the hall outside. The back wall in hall
+is tapestry covered; stairs at <span class='fss'>C.</span> lead up and off
+<span class='fss'>L.</span> A grandfather’s clock at <span class='fss'>R.</span> of stairway. In
+room at <span class='fss'>R.</span>, a large window corresponding in
+width to arch at <span class='fss'>C.</span>, hung with curtains and lambrequin
+at <span class='fss'>C.</span> arch, and lace curtains. In front
+of window a desk, and on desk, writing materials
+and papers, a push button at <span class='fss'>L.</span> of desk and
+a telephone at <span class='fss'>R.</span> of desk. A lower (<span class='fss'>L.</span>) drawer
+of desk opens, and in it is a written letter addressed
+“John Smith.” On desk papers for
+<span class='sc'>Griggs</span>, a stenographer’s note-book and extra
+note-book which <span class='sc'>Griggs</span> returns for in Act.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>A long library table at <span class='fss'>C.</span>, running <span class='fss'>L.</span> and <span class='fss'>R.</span>,
+a chair at each end. On table <span class='fss'>C.</span> a book rack
+and books. At back of either side of entrance
+are large bookcases filled with books and ornamented
+on top with large vases. At <span class='fss'>R.</span>, above
+desk, a teakwood table and large lamp. At <span class='fss'>L.</span>
+a mantelpiece and open grate fire with steel
+fender. Above the mantel a painted portrait
+of <span class='sc'>Jervis Pendleton’s</span> brother. On mantel a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>library clock and vases. Before fireplace a
+large, upholstered armchair.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>Off stage <span class='fss'>L.</span>, on table, a tray containing a
+glass, bottle of medicine, with small quantity
+of medicine for <span class='sc'>Jervis</span> to drink and the medicine
+graduate. An additional bottle for <span class='sc'>Walters</span>
+and second entrance with medicine change.
+A doctor’s surgical bag, typewritten letter for
+<span class='sc'>Griggs</span> (<span class='sc'>Judy’s</span> letter). Off stage <span class='fss'>R.</span>, a doorbell.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>The time is late afternoon of an October day.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c015'><i>At <span class='fss'>R.</span>, through window, a spot-lamp spreads
+over desk. Practical fire in grate at <span class='fss'>L.</span></i></p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span><span class='large'>PROPERTY PLOT</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>ACT I</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'>1 ground cloth; 1 large cupboard, with shelf;
+cheap fringed shelf paper; plates, dishes and earthenware
+crocks in cupboard; 1 black box, containing
+2 white aprons and lace caps on shelf; in pantry,
+low shelf, containing various kitchen pans; 7
+benches; 7 stools; 4 oilcloth covered tables; 4 horses
+for same; tables 8 feet by 2 feet—28 inches high; 1
+table only 22 inches high; 2 benches 22 inches high;
+4 tables as described; 4 benches same height; 4
+dozen plates—white enamel; 4 dozen mugs—white
+enamel; 4 dozen tablespoons; 1 salt cellar filled with
+sugar (not salt); 2 black Japan trays; 1 tea set
+(6 cups, 6 saucers, 1 sugar bowl, 1 cream pitcher);
+4 large salt cellars; 2 dishpans; 1 wash basin;
+polishing cloths, soap and towels; extra cups to
+break; 1 dozen teaspoons; 4 kitchen chairs; 1 shelf—in
+pantry.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Properties Off Stage R. 1 E.—1 rag rug; on
+property table, 1 tray containing 2 plates of bread
+sandwiches, 1 dish of sliced lemon; 6 napkins.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>PROPERTY PLOT</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>ACT II</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'>Desk with chair; desk well arranged. (Judy’s
+desk.) Over it, small sign reading: “We study to
+please.” Above sign, large framed picture of Mona
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>Lisa; college poster of Freshman’s Tree ceremonies;
+tacks to tack it on wall; round table; on table, a tea
+tray containing cups, saucers, spoons, tea pot, cream
+pitcher and empty sugar bowl; spirit lamp; empty
+alcohol bottle; empty match box; couch and pillows
+in disorder; kettle; Princeton college pennant tacked
+on wall; bookcase, with books to hang on wall;
+papier mache rabbit’s head tacked over bookcase;
+large bureau with upholstered top and drawers to
+open like steps; on top, pillows, books and memoranda
+case are scattered; large ornamental Japanese
+lantern hangs above in C. Shades on windows, with
+draperies to window length; on side window sills,
+small vases filled with spring field flowers; another
+desk in wild disorder (<span class='sc'>Sallie’s</span> desk) with chair;
+old oak armchair with one short leg—the “wobbly”
+chair; large picture of Sir Galahad; college poster of
+“Field Day” with illustration of <span class='sc'>Judy</span> running, copied
+from book (Daddy Long-Legs). Small sign,
+“No Smoking Allowed.” Another sign, “Our success
+is not mere talk.” Old fashioned brass knocker
+for door. Another desk, also in disorder (<span class='sc'>Julia’s</span>
+desk) and chair; another single chair; poster of
+Sophomore’s Cotillion; large pictures on wall; pretty
+medallion rug, about 12 × 15; large inkspot on rug;
+combination flat top desk with shelves at R. and L.
+<a id='tn-inkspot'></a>Large rattan arm-chair with hour-glass shaped bottom,
+caned to floor (to conceal inkspot). Oak
+arm-chair; tobacco jar; skull; 2 aged lemons; pair
+of scissors; small book; cover on desk; mass of
+vases, books, ink bottles, tennis balls; 1 pair fencing
+foils on desk; chair at desk; sweater; 2 tennis
+racquets; feather duster; 2 (girls’) out-of-doors
+coats; note-book; fencing mask; basket-ball, tam-o’-shanter;
+child’s sweeping broom; golf bag with
+sticks.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>Properties Off Stage L. 1 E.: small crash; extra
+cover for C. table, same material as one on stage;
+gown for <span class='sc'>Judy</span>; on table R. at back, a table with
+box of candy, card and tray, plate of buns, cup of
+sugar, cup of tea, kettle of hot water, box of tea
+biscuits.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>PROPERTY PLOT</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>ACT III</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'>Fire-place (middle right) filled with ferns and
+goldenrod; all furniture is old Colonial mahogany.
+Old fashioned 3-cornered Colonial cupboard; drop
+leaf table; lacquered single chair; arm-chair; upholstered
+stool; old cashmere cover on table; old
+fashioned inlaid desk; writing materials; upholstered
+arm-chair; tidy; square work-table; small workbasket;
+arm-chair; what-not with shells, vases, odds
+and ends of ornaments; small mahogany upright
+piano; cushioned seat; music on piano; another single
+chair; small mahogany card table, leaf raised;
+old clock; pair old fashioned silver candlesticks;
+partly burned candles; old mahogany mirror; old
+family silhouettes; oil painting of <span class='sc'>Jervis Pendleton</span>
+at age of 4; old fashioned engraving of George
+Washington; large engraving of General Grant and
+family; old framed pictures of Lincoln and Jackson;
+colored Martha Washington; small engraving of
+Washington at Valley Forge; old fashioned oblong
+mirror with top picture panel; old fashioned life-size
+crayons in oval frames of <span class='sc'>Mr.</span> and <span class='sc'>Mrs. Semple</span>;
+warming pan; large rag medallion; several hand
+braided rugs; white shades; lace curtains; plaited
+valance for top of window, with side draperies;
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>cushioned seat in window; hanging draperies to
+match top of valance—all same material.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Properties Off Stage R.: telephone bell; off lower
+L. stamped envelope. L.U. the other properties for
+<span class='sc'>Carrie</span>, <span class='sc'>Judy</span> and <span class='sc'>Jimmie</span>.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>PROPERTY PLOT</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>ACT IV</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'>Grandfather’s clock; curtains, topped with lambrequin
+for arch; curtains, lambrequin and lace curtains
+for window; desk; writing materials and
+papers; push button L. of desk; telephone R. of
+desk; letter addressed “John Smith” (in lower L.
+drawer of desk); papers; stenographers’ note book;
+extra note book; long library table; 2 chairs; table;
+book rack; books; bookcase filled with books (at
+entrance) large vases (on top); teakwood table;
+large lamp; mantelpiece; open fire grate; steel
+fender; painted portrait of <span class='sc'>Jervis Pendleton’s</span>
+brother; library clock and vases (on mantel); large
+upholstered chair.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Properties Off Stage: L. on table, tray with glass,
+bottle of medicine, small quantity of medicine for
+Jervis to drink; medicine graduate; additional bottle;
+doctor’s surgical bag; typewritten letter. Off R.
+door-bell.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>ELECTRICAL PLOT</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>ACT I</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'>Foots, amber and white up one-half at rise.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Foots dimmed at cue to one-fourth up. (Bunch
+lamps and strips dim on same cue.)</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>At window L. and amber and white bunch lamp
+above and below on each backing.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>At windows L. a 7 blue light strip on each backing
+up full through Act.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Over doors C. and R. of C. a three-lamp strip
+dimmed at cue as above.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Over doors at R., R.1 E., R.2 E.—a two lamp strip.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Bracket lamps, one at R. between doors, one R. of
+C. door, one L. of C. door, and one in C. of C. hallway
+to be turned on by <span class='sc'>Miss Lippett</span> at cue.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Footlights come up a trifle when brackets are on.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>A five-lamp strip (32 power lamps) in foots at
+C. up full through Act.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>A spot lamp off L. upper window, to swing on
+pivot, into and around the room, indicating the
+approach of a motor car, at near end of Act, cue
+from <span class='sc'>Judy</span> “I can think about him. Please! Please!”</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>ELECTRICAL PLOT</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>ACT III</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'>The light outside is a soft September afternoon,
+of rich amber.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Within the room the light is full but not bright.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Dimmed at end of Act into a mellow sunset.</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>ELECTRICAL PLOT</span></div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>ACT IV</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c016'>The time is late afternoon on an October day. At
+R. through window, a spot lamp spreads over desk.
+Practical fire in grate over L.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>LIGHTS. Placement. Fixtures NOT ON.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Floods outside window R.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'><span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>Bunches Amber in arch C.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Spot in window R.1 to hit R.C.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Proc. Spot to hit Briss, R.C.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Proc. Spot to hit chair L. of table.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>RISE FULL UP. Briss ENT. DIM. FTS. to
+1/2—5 min.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Rise door bell R.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Red 1 5.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Red—Foots.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Amber—Foots.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>White—Foots.</p>
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div id='stage141'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/141-stage.jpg' alt='Stage diagram of Act I: The Orphan Asylum' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div id='stage142'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/142-stage.jpg' alt='Stage diagram of Act II: Judy’s Study at College' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div id='stage143'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/143-stage.jpg' alt='Stage diagram of Act III: Sitting Room at Farm House' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div id='stage144'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/144-stage.jpg' alt='Simplified stage diagram of Act III: Sitting Room of Farm House' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div id='stage145'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/145-stage.jpg' alt='Stage diagram of Act IV: Pendleton’s Library' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div class='admatter'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='large'>THE REJUVENATION OF AUNT MARY.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>The famous comedy in three acts, by Anne Warner. 7 males, 6
+females. Three interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 2¼ hours.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>This is a genuinely funny comedy with splendid parts for “Aunt
+Mary,” “Jack,” her lively nephew; “Lucinda,” a New England ancient
+maid of all work; “Jack’s” three chums; the Girl “Jack” loves;
+“Joshua,” Aunt Mary’s hired man, etc.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>“Aunt Mary” was played by May Robson in New York and on tour
+for over two years and it is sure to be a big success wherever produced.
+We
+strongly recommend it. <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 60 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>MRS. BUMSTEAD-LEIGH.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>A pleasing comedy, in three acts, by Harry James Smith, author of
+“The Tailor-Made Man.” 6 males, 6 females. One interior scene.
+Costumes modern. Plays 2¼ hours.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>Mr. Smith chose for his initial comedy the complications arising
+from the endeavors of a social climber to land herself in the altitude
+peopled by hyphenated names—a theme permitting innumerable complications,
+according to the spirit of the writer.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>This most successful comedy was toured for several seasons by Mrs.
+Fiske
+with enormous success. <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 60 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>MRS. TEMPLE’S TELEGRAM.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>A most successful farce in three acts, by Frank Wyatt and William
+Morris. 5 males, 4 females. One interior scene stands throughout
+the three acts. Costumes modern. Plays 2½ hours.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>“Mrs. Temple’s Telegram” is a sprightly farce in which there is
+an abundance of fun without any taint of impropriety or any element
+of offence. As noticed by Sir Walter Scott, “Oh, what a
+tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.”</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>There is not a dull moment in the entire farce, and from the time
+the curtain rises until it makes the final drop the fun is fast and
+furious.
+A very exceptional farce. <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 60 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>THE NEW CO-ED.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>A comedy in four acts, by Marie Doran, author of “Tempest and
+Sunshine,” etc. Characters, 4 males, 7 females, though any number
+of boys and girls can be introduced in the action of the play. One
+interior and one exterior scene, but can be easily played in one interior
+scene. Costumes modern. Time, about 2 hours.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>The theme of this play is the coming of a new student to the college,
+her reception by the scholars, her trials and final triumph.</p>
+
+<p class='c005'>There are three especially good girls’ parts, Letty, Madge and
+Estelle, but the others have plenty to do. “Punch” Doolittle and
+George Washington Watts, a gentleman of color, are two particularly
+good comedy characters. We can strongly recommend “The New
+Co-Ed” to high schools
+and amateurs. <span class="price"><span class='small'>Price, 30 Cents.</span></span></p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>(The Above Are Subject to Royalty When Produced)</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c025'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 West 38th Street, New York City</div>
+    <div><b>New and Explicit Descriptive Catalogue Mailed Free on Request</b></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div>
+
+<p class='c026'></p>
+
+</div>
+<div class='transcribers-notes'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>Transcriber’s Notes</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c001'>Stage directions are spaced inconsistently in the original printed text (e.g., “R. I. E.” vs. “R.I.E.”) and are reproduced here as they appear in print. On <a href='#tn-embraces'>p. 25</a>, a stage direction has an orphan embrace Judy before she has entered; on <a href='#tn-missing'>p. 104</a> there appears to be a missing or misattributed line, as Jervis is given two lines in a row (beginning “And I thought…” and “The same idea…”). As the correction is not clear in either case, the passages have been left as printed.</p>
+
+<p class='c027'><a href='#tn-codman-line'>One line</a> and <a href='#tn-codman-sd'>one stage direction</a> in Act 1 reference a character named “Codman,” who does not appear elsewhere in the play but appears to be one of the Trustees; this is possibly intended to be Wykoff.</p>
+
+<p class='c027'>Below is a list of itemized changes from the original text. Other minor inconsistencies, such as differences in hyphenation (e.g. “armchair” vs. “arm-chair”, “carefree” vs. “care-free”), have been left as printed.</p>
+  <ul  class='ul_1'>
+    <li><a href='#tn-sayye'>p. 6</a>: Removed italics from mistakenly italicized line (Say ye knocked this 
+    off…)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-flamboyant'>p. 9</a>: Corrected “flambuoyant” to “flamboyant” (Examines a flamboyant 
+    watch…)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-today1'>p. 10</a>: Corrected “today” to “to-day” (…in this institution to-day)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-rie'>p. 11</a>: Added missing period in “R. I. E.” (Exits R. I. E.)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-today2'>p. 13</a>: Corrected “today” to “to-day” (…Jervis Pendleton with us to-day)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-tres'>p. 23</a>: Corrected “tres” to “très” (Tu es enfant très bon…)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-lippett1'>p. 26</a>: Corrected “Lippet” to “Lippett” (This won’t do, Mrs. Lippett!…)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-bumping'>p. 26</a>: Supply missing period after “…upsetting the tea by bumping into 
+    Jervis.”
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-msmrs'>p. 69</a>: Corrected “Mrs. Pritchard” to “Miss Pritchard” in stage direction.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-impossible'>p. 105</a>: Corrected “imposisble” to “impossible” (Of course I know it’s 
+    impossible…)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-beherenow'>p. 105</a>: Corrected “he” to “be” (She should be here now…)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-lippett2'>p. 116</a>: Corrected “Lippet” to “Lippett” (…as Mrs. Lippett turns on 
+    bracket lights.)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-armchair'>p. 119</a>: Supply missing comma after “At L. of cupboard an armchair,”
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-sallie'>p. 119</a>: Corrected “Sllie” to “Sallie” (…writing materials on table for 
+    Sallie.)
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-inkspot'>p. 124</a>: Corrected “ink-spot” to “inkspot” (…to conceal inkspot)
+    </li>
+  </ul>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>New original cover art included with this eBook</div>
+    <div>is granted to the public domain.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75857 ***</div>
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