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The Children
Three Dialogues
I. Divorce.
II. Birth.
III. Death.
I
_Divorce._
TOM BARNES, _age ten, whose mother, Mrs. Barnes, having divorced his father, her second husband, has since remarried, and is now Mrs.
Fenley._
CLAIRE WORTHING, _age seven, whose mother, Mrs. Worthing, having divorced her Father to marry the divorced Mr. Barnes, is now Mrs.
Barnes._
SCENE, _a Fas.h.i.+onable Dancing School in New York. A quadrille has been announced. Master Barnes goes up to Miss Claire and bowing somewhat stiffly, mumbles some not altogether intelligible wards. Miss Claire, sliding down from her chair, says "Thank you," with perfect composure and a conventional smile, as, taking his arm, they choose a position in the dance._
TOM.
Shall we stop here in this set?
CLAIRE.
No! Becky Twines' dress would ruin mine. And she made her maid give her that one on purpose I'm sure, because she knew what I was going to wear. But I don't care. I heard mama say, yesterday, her mother, in spite of all her money, hadn't been able to buy her way into several houses. I don't think she ought to have been invited to join our dancing cla.s.s at all. When people buy their way into other people's houses like that, how do they do it do you suppose? Does the butler sell tickets at the door, do you think?
TOM.
Perhaps so! Butlers look like that. My! I'd jolly like to be a butler!
(_They have moved on to another set._) Shall we stop here?
CLAIRE.
Oh, no, not here! Teddy Jones always mixes us up. He treads on our toes.
TOM.
Yes, and squeezes the girls' hands, too.
CLAIRE.
Oh, that we don't mind! Would you like to sit this dance out on the stairs? (_She would prefer it herself._)
TOM.
No, let's dance. Come on, this is a good place.
CLAIRE.
As you please. Do you like kissing games?
TOM.
(_Red in the face._) No; do you? (_He does._)
CLAIRE.
Oh, I don't mind. (_An embarra.s.sed pause._)
TOM.
I like football and those kind of games.
CLAIRE.
They are all very well for boys. But I don't much care for games myself, and, besides, I don't have the time.
TOM.
What do girls do with themselves all the time?
CLAIRE.
Oh! I have my lessons, and I walk out with my maid every morning, and I dress three times a day, and then I have visits to make on other little girls.
TOM.
You've got a new father, haven't you?
CLAIRE.
Yes, mama was married two weeks ago.
TOM.
How do you like him?
CLAIRE.
Oh, very much!
TOM.
You take my word for it, he's a brick. I know! He used to be my father once.
[_The music starts up, and the couples bow._
