You talk like Jess! [_Throws another disk._] You know Jess earns
her own living. She goes around to smart women's houses answering their
invitations and letters for 'em. She calls it being a visiting
secretary, but I tell her she's a _co-respon-dent_!
[_Throws a disk._
[WARDEN _and_ MASON _enter from behind the house quickly, with a manner
of suppressed excitement. They are surprised to find_ CLARA _and_
TROTTER.
WARDEN. Why, here they are!
MASON. No, only Miss Clara and Trotter.
WARDEN. Lucky I met you--you must take me back in your sleigh.
MASON. Yes, the riding's beastly.
TROTTER. Hello! I say, were you invited?
CLARA. Merry Christmas!
WARDEN. We came to see the Godesbys.
CLARA. They've gone down the road.
MASON. Sterling isn't here, is he?
TROTTER. No, haven't seen him.
CLARA. Do you know _why_ we're here?
[MASON _and_ WARDEN _are embarrassed._
MASON. Yes--er--er--a--many happy returns, Mr. Trotter.
TROTTER. It's a great day for me, Mr. Mason!
WARDEN. Wish you joy, Trotter!
[_Embarrassed and not going near him._ TROTTER _rushes eagerly to him
and grasps his hand warmly._
TROTTER. Thank you, old man! I say! _Thank you!_
MASON. Miss Clara, would you do me the great favor of going down the
road and hurrying the Godesbys back if you see them?
CLARA.
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