WILDER

ACT ONE
and wagon and carrying an imaginary rack ivith milk
bottles. The sound of clinking milk bottles is heard. He
leaves same bottles at Mrs. Webb's trellis, then, crossing
the stage to Mrs. Gibbs\ he stops center to talk to Dr.
Gibbs.
HOWIE NEWSOME:
Morning, Doc.
DR. GIBBS:
Morning, Howie.
HOWIE NEWSOME:
Somebody sick?
DR. GIBBS:
Pair of twins over to Mrs. Goruslawski's.
HOWIE NEWSOME:
Twins, eh? This town's gettin' bigger every year.
DR. GIBBS:
Goin' to rain, Howie?
HOWIE NEWSOME:
No, no. Fine day
that'll burn through. Come on, Bessie.
DR. GIBBS:
Hello Bessie.
He strokes the horse, 'which has remained up center.
How old is she, Howie?
HOWIE NEWSOME:
Going on seventeen. Bessie's all mixed up about the route ever since
the Lockharts stopped
takin' their quart
of milk every day. She
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