WILDER

DK GIBBS:
ACT ONE
Let's see tomorrow's your payday. You can count on it Hmm.
Probably Rebecca'll feel she ought to have some more too. Wonder
what could have happened to your mother. Choir practice
never was as late as this before.
GEORGE:
It's
only half past eight, Pa.
DR. GIBBS:
I
don't know why she's in that old choir. She hasn't any more
voice than an old crow. . . .
Traipsin' around the streets at this
hour of the night
. . .
Just about time you retired, don't you
think?
GEORGE:
Yes, Pa.
MRS. SOAMES:
GEORGE mounts to his place on the ladder.
Laughter and good nights can be heard on stage left and
presently MRS. GIBBS, MRS. SOAMES and MRS. WEBB come
do wn f Main Street. When they arrive at the corner of the
stage they stop.
Good night, Martha. Good night, Mr. Foster.
MRS. WEBB:
I'll tell Mr. Webb; I know he'll want to put it in the paper.
MRS. GIBBS:
My,
it's late!
MRS. SOAMES:
Good night,
Irma.
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