Part 2 (2/2)

Sleep-walkers all--the people in the streets, the shops--the mad people with their heaps of gold!

_Mrs. W._

Now don't work yourself up, Philo, with the doctor coming. You want to tell him about your machine.

_Philo_

Yes. He is a great man. He has studied these things. I will talk to him.

He will not laugh.

_Warner_

Mary Ann, don't you think we'd better bring up some cider? It'll look more hospitable like.

_Mrs. W._

That city doctor won't care anything about cider.

_Warner_

My cider's good enough for anybody! And Dr. Bellows'll be sure to ask for it.

_Mrs. W._

Well, wait till he does. (_Looks uneasily about room._) Don't you think, son, that if you're going to take to having visitors here I'd better move some furniture up? You could have the haircloth sofa--the springs are broke anyway--and Alice says she don't want the wax flowers in the parlor any more. They're turnin' yellow, but you wouldn't notice it up here.

_Philo_ (_clinching his hands_)

Do what you like, mother, only don't take anything _out_. If anything happened to my work I believe I'd go crazy!

(_The parents look at each other._)

_Warner_

Thought your work was tendin' the store.

_Philo_

Brother Will is more help there than I am, father.

_Warner_

You're right about that. Will's got a head on.

_Mrs. W._

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