CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Frazier
- Yes, that is the one month I must get away. I don’t care where I go, but I must go somewhere; I couldn’t stand it here; I have too many memories. So every year, as soon as ever November comes around, I just pack up my things and go out to Dayton, Ohio. I have a married daughter living out there; her husband is connected with the National Cash Register Company. And, of course, she makes all manner of fun of my annual pilgrimages to Dayton. She says instead of being in England now that April’s there, with me it’s in Dayton now that November’s there. (She laughs faintly) We have great fun about it. But, of course, her husband’s business is there. And I think sometimes perhaps I should spend more time with her; I think it would help us both. But the trouble is, when I go out there, it’s so very difficult for me to get away again. She has the most adorable baby—just fifteen months old; and he thinks there’s nobody in the world like his grandmother. And, of course, I think there’s nobody in the world like him. Although, to tell the truth, I did resent him terrifically when he was born—to think that he’d made me a grandmother. But he’s quite won me over; and I suppose I’m as foolish now as all the other grandmothers.
Miss Austen
- Is she your only daughter, Mrs. Frazier?
Mrs. Frazier
- Yes, she was my only child.
Craig
- Then, you live alone over here, Mrs. Frazier?
Mrs. Frazier
- All alone, yes.
