_Voice below._ Garbage!

_Will (tears hair)._ Garbage.

_Peggy (cheerfully)._ All right! _(Returns and gets can, exit
Left.)_

_Will._ Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!

_Peggy._ A little higher, please--there, that'll do! All right!
_(Enters.)_

_Will._ Can you explain to me one mystery of this universe?

_Peggy._ What, dear?

_Will._ Why does the garbage-man always call when I'm inspired?

_Peggy._ Dear Will--probably the garbage-man is wondering why you
are always inspired when he calls.

_Will (moans)._ Well, shall I go on?

_Peggy._ You must wait, dear. He'll be returning the can in a few
minutes.

_Will._ A few minutes! Oh, the agonies of being an author!
_(Eagerly.)_ Well, what do you think of my play?

_Peggy._ Why, Will, I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's very