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CRAIG’S WIFE
Miss Austen
- They’re perfectly beautiful.
Mrs. Frazier
- Not a very generous giving, I’m afraid, when there are so many of them.
Craig and Miss Austen (speaking together)
- Craig: Well, I’m sure we appreciate it very much.
- Miss Austen: I think it’s very charming of you to remember us at all.
Mrs. Frazier
- Sometimes I think perhaps I am a bit foolish to have so many of them, because it is a lot of work.
Miss Austen
- It must be; I often say that to Walter.
Mrs. Frazier
- Yes, it is. But, you see, they were more or less of a hobby with my husband when he was alive; and I suppose I tend them out of sentiment, really, more than anything else.
Miss Austen
- How long has your husband been dead, Mrs. Frazier?
Mrs. Frazier
- He’ll be dead ten years this coming November. Yes. Yes, he died the twenty-third of November, 1915. He was injured on the second, in an automobile accident at Pride’s Crossing, Massachusetts: we were on our way back from Bar Harbor—I was telling Mr. Craig about it. And he lingered from that until the twenty-third. So, you see, the melancholy days have really a very literal significance for me,
Miss Austen
- I should say so, indeed.
