MRS. EVERITT
I'm all right, dear.
ALICE
No you're not. Why won't you tell me?
MRS. EVERITT
But Alice, there's nothing to tell. I do feel a little tired, but then, I
shall be all right in the morning.
ALICE
I wish--(_Walter enters with more wood_)
WALTER
Well, Alice, are you still thinking about that dance?
ALICE
Why no, I'd forgotten all about it. Who could dance in such a rain? It
would make the music seem artificial. I'm getting tired of boys, too. They
don't really _feel_ things--like rain, and fire.
MRS. EVERITT
What's that noise,--Harold?
WALTER
No. It's the men in the bar room.
MRS. EVERITT
I'm sure it's Harold.
ALICE
I'll go see. (_She goes out_)
WALTER
Mother.
MRS. EVERITT
What, Walter?
WALTER
I must be an awful coward--
MRS. EVERITT
Why, what do you mean?
WALTER
I mean that when I really want something, and ought to say so, I go along
without saying it. I don't mean that I'm _really_ afraid to say it, but I
always feel somehow that other people ought to know what I want, and save
me the trouble of asking it.
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