Plays by Susan Glaspell
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(CLAIRE _goes to the door, stops before it. She and_ TOM _look at each other through the glass. Then she lets him in._) TOM: And now I am in. For a time it seemed I was not to be in. But after I got the idea that you were keeping me out there to see if I could get the idea--it would be too humiliating for a wall of glass to keep one from understanding. (_taking it from his pocket_) So there's the other thermometer. Where do you want it? (CLAIRE _takes it_) CLAIRE: And where's the pepper? TOM: (_putting it on the table_) And here's the pepper. HARRY: Pepper? TOM: When Claire sneezed I knew-- CLAIRE: Yes, I knew if I sneezed you would bring the pepper. TOM: Funny how one always remembers the salt, but the pepper gets overlooked in preparations. And what is an egg without pepper? HARRY: (_nastily_) There's your egg, Edgeworth. (_pointing to it on the floor_) Claire decided it would be a good idea to smash everything, so she began with your egg. TOM: (_looking at his egg_) The idea of smashing everything is really more intriguing than an egg. |
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