ELIZABETH: But I _want_ to. Help add to the wealth of the world.
CLAIRE: Will you please get it out of your head that I am adding to the
wealth of the world!
ELIZABETH: But, mother--of course you are. To produce a new and better
kind of plant--
CLAIRE: They may be new. I don't give a damn whether they're better.
ELIZABETH: But--but what are they then?
CLAIRE: (_as if choked out of her_) They're different.
ELIZABETH: (_thinks a minute, then laughs triumphantly_) But what's the
use of making them different if they aren't better?
HARRY: A good square question, Claire. Why don't you answer it?
CLAIRE: I don't have to answer it.
HARRY: Why not give the girl a fair show? You never have, you know.
Since she's interested, why not tell her what it is you're doing?
CLAIRE: She is not interested.
ELIZABETH: But I am, mother. Indeed I am. I do want awfully to
understand what you are doing, and help you.
CLAIRE: You can't help me, Elizabeth.
HARRY: Why not let her try?
CLAIRE: Why do you ask me to do that? This is my own thing. Why do you
make me feel I should--(_goes to_ ELIZABETH) I will be good to you,
Elizabeth. We'll go around together. I haven't done it, but--you'll see.
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