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Fitch, Clyde, 1865-1909

"Her Own Way A Play in Four Acts"

Oh, if it's only true!
MRS. CARLEY. And you've seen Steve?
LOUISE. Yes, he went off at once to the newspaper to see how authentic
their information was, and then he was going on to the Colemans. [MOLES
_enters Left in answer to the bell._] Moles, bring me the morning paper.
MOLES. [_Unable to suppress his excitement._] I've read it, m'm! We're
all nearly crazy over it downstairs. Lizzie's took to crying and can't
answer her bells.--Is it true, Mrs. Carley?
LOUISE. Yes, we hope it's true, Moles.
MOLES. Thank God, m'm, if you'll excuse me!
LOUISE. But we're not sure yet, and you mustn't let anything drop before
Miss Georgiana till we are certain.
MOLES. No, m'm.
[_He goes out._
MRS. CARLEY. Oughtn't we to give Georgiana a hint to prepare her in some
way?
LOUISE. Perhaps, if we do it very carefully.
MRS. CARLEY. It seems awful to me not to tell her right out. Of course
we won't have Dick Coleman's money to help live on now, if he's back.
LOUISE. Never mind that, mother.
[MOLES _returns with the paper._
MOLES. Here is the paper, m'm, and Miss Shindle is come--she says to
interview the drawing-room.


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