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The Worsted Man Ethelinda. I wonder if I dare steal it! [Looks anxiously about her. DOLL starts up, and rubs his eyes as if dazed with sleep. ETHELINDA hur riedly hides the heart under the folds of her wrap. Doll. Why is that you, Ethelinda or is my dream still going on? Ethelinda. Your your dream, Mr. Woolley ? Doll. Yes, Ethelinda dear. I was having such a beautiful dream. I dreamed that you and I were walking side by side nay, dear Ethelinda, hand- in-hand along a lovely sylvan path to gether. Ethelinda. (Coyly.) Oh Mr. Woolley! Doll. (Rising and putting his arm about her waist.) It was early spring. The birds were singing singing always "Ethelinda." The blossom - scented breezes blowing through the trees were 68