CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Harold
- I think you’re very foolish to have her send any more, Mrs. Craig, if you ask me.
Mrs. Craig
- One person can’t do everything.
Mrs. Harold
- I’ve heard you say yourself more than once that you had to do over again everything that any woman that ever worked for you did,—so why not save the money?
- [Mrs. Craig turns from the mirror and comes towards her.
Mrs. Craig
- What about the keys?
Mrs. Harold
- I left them all on your dressin’ table upstairs; and Miss Austen’s, too.
Mrs. Craig
- Wasn’t there anything else to be left?
Mrs. Harold
- Yes, Ma’m, I left the money that I had over with the week’s list in an envelope with the keys.
Mrs. Craig (turning to the portières)
- All right.— I hope you enjoy your world tour.
Mrs. Harold (going towards the front door)
- It’ll be a change, anyway.
- [Mrs. Craig turns at the portières.
Mrs. Craig
- And I hope when you come back, you’ll be able to find a place that’ll be as easy as this one has been.
Mrs. Harold (stopping at the door and turning)
- Don’t worry about me, Mrs. Craig; nobody belongin’ to me ever died in the poorhouse.
- [She goes out on to the porch, and Mrs. Craig looks after
