The Worsted Man to be a sort of second nature to me. (Enter MARIANNA.) Good. Number three approaches. A dainty one at that. Marianna. Ah, Mr. Woolley you here ? Doll. Yes, Miss Marianna. Heartsick and hungry for companionship. But why call me Mr. Woolley. Is there no less form formal Marianna. (Demurely.) I don t know your first name, Mr. Woolley, so how could I call you anything else ? (Softly.) Is it Jack? Doll. Jack! Jack! Is Jack the name that is written in your heart in letters of fire, Marianna? Marianna. Well, not exactly that but it is a name I am awfully fond of. Doll. It is fate. (Aside.) I haven t got any other first name that I know of, so why not Jack? (Aloud.) Yes, Marianna, dear, dear Marianna, it is fate. My first name is Jack Jack. I 63
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