Your nerves are a little on the
blink--from all you've been doing. No use making a mystery of it--or a
tragedy. Emmons is a cracker-jack, and naturally I want you to get a
move on yourself and be happy again.
CLAIRE: (_who has gone over to the window_) And this neurologist can
make me happy?
HARRY: Can make you well--and then you'll be happy.
ADELAIDE: (_in the voice of now fixing it all up_) And I had just an
idea about Elizabeth. Instead of working with mere plants, why not think
of Elizabeth as a plant and--
(CLAIRE, _who has been looking out of the window, now throws open one of
the panes that swings out--or seems to, and calls down in great
excitement._)
CLAIRE: Tom! _Tom!_ Quick! Up here! I'm in trouble!
HARRY: (_going to the window_) That's a rotten thing to do, Claire!
You've frightened him.
CLAIRE: Yes, how fast he can run. He was deep in thought and I stabbed
right through.
HARRY: Well, he'll be none too pleased when he gets up here and finds
there was no reason for the stabbing!
(_They wait for his footsteps,_ HARRY _annoyed,_ ADELAIDE _offended, but
stealing worried looks at_ CLAIRE, _who is looking fixedly at the place
in the floor where_ TOM _will appear.--Running footsteps.
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