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The Flutter of the Goldleaf; and Other Plays
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THE FLUTTER OF THE GOLDLEAF
Scene: Laboratory in the attic of the Warner cottage. At right, toward rear, entrance from down-stairs. A rude partition, left, with door in centre. Window centre rear. Large kitchen table loaded with apparatus. Shelves, similarly loaded, against wall near table, right. Wires strung about. A rude couch, bench, and several wooden chairs.
Time, about 8 p.m. Lamp burns on table. Mrs. Warner comes up-stairs, puts her head inside the room nervously, then enters and looks about.
Mrs. W.
Such a mess! And the doctors will be here in half an hour! (Tries to get busy but seems bothered. Crosses to table and looks at a little machine that stands upon it.) That's what's driving my boy crazy! If I only dared to smash it! The right sort of a mother would do just that! (Looks at machine with dire meditation.)
Warner (without, roaring up the stairs)
Mary Ann!
Mrs. W. (jumps)
Yes, Hiram!
Warner (entering)
Where's Philo?
Mrs. W.
In the orchard. I watched my chance, and thought I'd redd up a little. He won't let me touch anything when he's here.
Warner
Just about lives up here, don't he?
Mrs. W.
Day and night now, since he's been too sick to go to the store. And I can't have Dr. Bellows bring in that specialist from New York with things lookin' as if a woman had never come up the stairs. (Dusting and rattling.)
Warner
Philo's not onto what the doctors are after, is he?
Mrs. W.
He thinks they're coming to look at his machine mostly—and see what's keepin' him awake nights. But maybe he knows. He's awful sharp.
Warner
Sharp? Wish he knew enough to sell eggs and bacon. He's ruinin' my business. Weighs a pound of coffee as if he was asleep. I can see customers watchin' him out o' the tail o' their eye. They're gettin' afraid of him! Mary Ann, the boy's going to be a shame to us. He's crazy!
Mrs. W.
Don't you call my boy crazy. I won't hear it, Hiram.
Warner
No, you'll wait till the whole village tells you! They're all talkin' now!
Mrs. W.
It's none o' their business!
Warner
It'll be their business if he flies up and hurts somebody.
Mrs. W.
Philo wouldn't hurt anything alive. He got mad at me once for killin' a spider.
Warner (scornfully)
Showed his sense there, didn't he?
Mrs. W.
If Philo's queer it's not from my side of the house. You know what your mother was like—wanderin' round nights starin' at the stars with that old spy-glass Captain Barker gave her.
Warner
She was a good mother, all the same.
Mrs. W.
Couldn't cook at all. Your father only kept alive by eating at the neighbors occasionally—and as for sewing and mending, you children went in rags till your Aunt Sary came to live with you.
Warner
Mother thought a heap of us, though. I remember how she cried because I wouldn't go to school and went into the grocery business. And she cried a lot more when I married you. I couldn't understand her—then....
Mrs. W.
Humph! She'd been shut up fast enough if your father hadn't been the softest-hearted man alive.
Warner
Maybe the boy does take after her, but he's worse'n she ever was....