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Fitch, Clyde, 1865-1909

"Her Own Way A Play in Four Acts"


MRS. CARLEY. [_Pitifully._] Louise!
GEORGIANA. And Mr. Caldwell I am going to see at the ball to-night. I
believe he will help us if he can.
LOUISE. You're going to the ball? In spite of everything?
GEORGIANA. Yes, we must. Let's have as little talk about the whole
thing as possible. Steve's had bad luck! The people mustn't think
there's anything we're ashamed of. There isn't anything.
COAST. Oh, isn't there?
GEORGIANA. No.
[LOUISE _gets the smelling salts from the table for_ MRS. CARLEY.
MRS. CARLEY. It's true; so long as we've lost everything else, I don't
see why she should lose the ball too!
[_Using the smelling salts._
LOUISE. And I suppose we really ought to be seen there, or lots of
people will _never_ believe we were asked.
COAST. Well, I guess this is where I get out. I'll strike one of those
musical comedies! I think ragtime will be good enough for me to-night,
instead of a neck and arm circus. You won't want me for escort after all
this?
LOUISE. You can please yourself, Sam.
COAST. Not exactly; I guess this is the day I try sour grapes. [_Goes to
door Left,--he turns.


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