MRS. G. Mafflin's better, then, isn't he?
CAPT. G. (Rashly.) Of course he is. Jack and I have been
thinking along the same groove for two or three years about this
equipment. It's our hobby, and it may really be useful some day.
MRS. G. (After a pause.) And that's all that you have away from
me?
CAPT. G. It isn't very far away from you now. Take care the oil on
that bit doesn't come off on your dress.
MRS. G. I wish-I wish so much that I could really help you. I
believe I could-if I left the room. But that's not what I mean.
CAPT. G. (Aside.) Give me patience! I wish she would go.
(Aloud.) I as-sure you you can't do anything for me, Minnie, and I
must really settle down to this. Where's my pouch?
MRS. G. (Crossing to writing-table.) Here you are, Bear. What a
mess you keep your table in!
CAPT. G. Don't touch it. There's a method in my madness,
though you mightn't think of it.
MRS. G. (At table.) I want to look- Do you keep accounts, Pip?
CAPT. G. (Bending over saddlery.) Of a sort. Are you rummaging
among the Troop papers? Be careful.
MRs. G. Why? I sha'n't disturb anything. Good gracious! I had
no idea that you had anything to do with so many sick horses.
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