CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Craig
- That one belongs down here. (She stands and thinks quietly for a second; then, with a glance up the stairs and out after Mrs. Harold, she moves to the telephone and picks it up) Give me Information, please.
- [She waits, glancing toward the other room and up the stairs. Mazie comes down the stairs.
Mazie
- Miss Landreth sent me down for her bag.
Mrs. Craig
- It’s there on the table. (Mazie picks up the bag from the table and starts for the stairs again. Mrs. Craig looks steadily at her and is about to speak when Mazie thinks of herself and turns back, crossing towards the portières) Take that glass out, too, Mazie.
Mazie (picking up the glass from the table as she goes)
- Yes, Ma’m.
Mrs. Craig (into the telephone)
- Information? Why, could you give me the address of the telephone number, Levering three, one hundred? Oh, don’t you?—All right, it isn’t important—thank you very much.
- [She stands thinking for a second. Then the screen door outside bangs, and she sets down the telephone and moves towards the door. Mr. Craig comes in briskly, wearing a Panama hat and carrying a newspaper.
Craig
- Well, look who’s here, bright and smiling!
- [He advances, removing his hat, and she moves a step or two towards him.
Mrs. Craig
- You almost beat me home.
