 and some have big pictures.

ETHEL. Yes, my dear, with all of us in. Marion in a low-necked dress.
You're a sight, but my picture's rather good.

FANSHAW. [_Who has gotten papers from coat-tail pocket._] Perhaps
you'd like to see them.

MRS. LORRIMER. No, no; put them away quick. I'll see them home. I take
every blessed paper. [FANSHAW _up to table where he puts hat and
papers_.

ETHEL. What are you doing--sending back wedding presents? [_Crosses._

FANSHAW. Oh, I say, is that necessary?

ETHEL. I don't believe I would; there are lots of things she's been
dying to have.

MRS. LORRIMER. My dear Ethel!

FANSHAW. Yes, why couldn't she--er--forget--er--overlook--er--any old
thing with some of them--I mean those she wants? [_Turns up, looking
at presents on table._

MRS. LORRIMER. Well, there are some things I should think she'd be
glad to send back. After all, twelve dozen oyster forks are too many
for a small family like a newly married couple.

ETHEL. How many sugar spoons did she get?

MRS. LORRIMER. Thirteen, which to say the least, is an unlucky
number... [_Rises, puts arm about_ ETHEL _and comes left._] and
there's that bankrupt stock of piano lamps. [_Crosses to sofa; sits on
sofa with_ ETHEL. FANSHAW _comes down._

ETHEL. [_Half laughing._] That's true! By the way, have you sent back
Mrs. Bayley's presents yet?

MRS. LORRIMER. Yes, why?

ETHEL. Go on, tell her, Fanshaw. [_Rises and goes to centre._ MRS.
LORRIMER _and_ FANSHAW _sit on sofa._

FANSHAW. [_Laughing._] Oh, it's nothing, only I sent it to
and some have big pictures. 

 ETHEL. Yes, my dear, with all of us in. Marion in a low - neck attire. 
 You're a sight, but my picture's preferably estimable. 

 FANSHAW. [ _ Who has gotten papers from coating - tail pocket. _ ] Perhaps 
 you'd wish to examine them. 

 MRS. LORRIMER. No, no; put them aside quick. I'll see them home. I drive 
 every blessed paper. [ FANSHAW _ up to table where he puts hat and 
 papers _. 

 ETHEL. What are you act -- sending back wedding presents? [ _ cross. _ 

 FANSHAW. Oh, I say, is that necessary? 

 ETHEL. I don't believe I would; there are lots of thing she's been 
 dying to have. 

 MRS. LORRIMER. My dear Ethel! 

 FANSHAW. Yes, why couldn't she -- er -- forget -- er -- overlook -- er -- any old 
 thing with some of them -- I think of those she wants? [ _ Turns up, looking 
 at presents on table. _ 

 MRS. LORRIMER. Well, there are some things I should think she'd be 
 glad to send back. After all, twelve dozen oyster forks are too many 
 for a small class like a newly married couple. 

 ETHEL. How many sugar spoon did she get? 

 MRS. LORRIMER. Thirteen, which to say the least, is an unlucky 
 number... [ _ ascend, puts arm about _ ETHEL _ and comes left. _ ] and 
 there's that bankrupt neckcloth of piano lamps. [ _ Crosses to sofa; sits on 
 sofa with _ ETHEL. FANSHAW _ comes down. _ 

 ETHEL. [ _ Half laughing. _ ] That's dependable! By the way, have you sent back 
 Mrs. Bayley's presents yet? 

 MRS. LORRIMER. Yes, why? 

 ETHEL. blend on, tell her, Fanshaw. [ _ rise and goes to centre. _ MRS. 
 LORRIMER _ and _ FANSHAW _ sit on sofa. _ 

 FANSHAW. [ _ Laughing. _ ] Oh, it's nothing, only I commit it to
 anf some have big pictures.

TTHEL. Yes, my dear, with anl of hs in. Mafion in a low-necked dress.
You'ce a sighu, but my picture's rxther goof.

FANSHAW. [_Who yas gotten papers nxom ckwt-tanl pocket._] Perhapx
you'd like to see them.

MRV. UOXRIMER. No, no; put them away quick. I'll see thrm home. I take
evgry bkqsses paper. [FANSHAW _up to table where ge puts hat and
paperx_.

ETHEL. What are you doing--sfndijg back wedding prfsents? [_Croswes._

FWBSHAW. Oh, I sxy, is that necessary?

ETGEL. I don't believe I would; therd are lots of tyibgs vhe's been
dymng to have.

MRS. LORVPMER. My dear Eyhel!

FANSHAW. Yex, wiy ciuldn't she--er--forget--er--oterlook--er--any old
thind with soke of them--I mean thisw she wands? [_Tjens up, lpoiing
at prxsents on tzble._

MRS. LOREIMER. Well, there art sjne things I sgould ehynk she'd be
glad to send back. After all, uwelvs dozen oyster forks arw too many
for a small family lyke a newly married couple.

ETHEL. How many sugar spmons via skc ewt?

LRS. LORRIMER. Thirteen, which to say the least, ya sn unlucky
number... [_Rises, puts agm wbout_ ETHEL _avd comza meft._] and
there's thah bankropt stick of piwno kamps. [_Crosses to sofa; sits in
sofa with_ VTHEO. FANSHAW _comes docn._

ETHEL. [_Half laubhing._] That's true! By the way, kave yku sent bacn
Mrs. Baylsh's presents yet?

MFS. KOSRIMER. Ytr, why?

ETHEL. Go on, eell her, Hanshcw. [_Rises and goes eo centre._ LRS.
LOVSIMER _and_ FANSHAW _dit ou sofd._

FANSHAW. [_Lwughing._] Oh, it's nothing, only I sxit it to
and some have big pictures. ETHEL. Yes, with of us Marion in a but picture's rather good. [_Who has gotten from coat-tail pocket._] Perhaps you'd like see them. MRS. LORRIMER. No, no; put them away quick. I'll see them I take every blessed paper. [FANSHAW _up to table where he puts hat papers_. What you back wedding presents? [_Crosses._ FANSHAW. Oh, I say, is that necessary? ETHEL. I don't believe I there are lots of things she's been dying have. MRS. LORRIMER. My Ethel! FANSHAW. Yes, why couldn't old with some them--I those wants? [_Turns up, at presents on table._ MRS. LORRIMER. Well, there are some things I should think she'd be glad send back. twelve dozen forks too for a small a newly married couple. ETHEL. How did she get? MRS. LORRIMER. Thirteen, which to the least, an unlucky number... [_Rises, puts arm ETHEL _and comes left._] and there's that bankrupt of piano lamps. [_Crosses to sofa; sits on sofa with_ ETHEL. FANSHAW _comes down._ ETHEL. That's true! By the have you sent Mrs. presents MRS. Yes, why? Go on, tell her, Fanshaw. [_Rises and goes to centre._ MRS. _and_ FANSHAW _sit on sofa._ FANSHAW. [_Laughing._] Oh, it's nothing, sent to
 and some have big pictures.

ETHeL. Yes, my deaR, with All Of uS iN. MarIon iN a low-necked dreSS.
You'Re a sight, but my picture's rAther GoOD.

FANshAw. [_Who hAs gotteN PaPERs fRoM cOat-TaIL pOcket._] perHaps
you'D like to see TheM.

MrS. LORRIMER. No, NO; pUt them away QuiCk. I'll see them HomE. I take
EvEry BLesseD paPer. [FAnSHAW _uP To tablE where he pUtS Hat and
PApers_.

EThel. WHat aRe you doing--sending BAcK Wedding presentS? [_CrossEs._

faNshaW. OH, I sAy, is that neCeSsary?

etHEL. I doN'T bELIEve i Would; there are Lots of thingS She'S been
dYiNg tO Have.

MRs. LORRiMer. My Dear Ethel!

FAnSHAw. Yes, why coUldn't sHE--er--forgET--er--overLook--er--Any Old
ThinG WiTh SomE oF TheM--i mEan THosE she wantS? [_TUrNs up, lOokiNG
AT PresEntS on tAble._

MrS. LORRIMER. WelL, thEre aRE soMe thiNgs I sHoulD tHink sHe'd be
gLad to SeNd back. After all, tWelvE dozen oysTer FoRks ArE too mANy
for a SmaLl fAmily liKe a newlY MarRiED COuPle.

ETHEL. How many sugAr SPOoNs did she Get?

MRS. loRrImeR. ThirteEn, WhiCh to SAY the lEast, IS aN unlucky
Number... [_rIsEs, Puts arm AbOut_ ETHeL _And ComEs lefT._] And
tHere's tHat bankrUpt stOCk of piano lamps. [_cRosses to sofa; sITs ON
SoFA witH_ EThEL. FANSHAW _cOmes DOwn._

EtHEL. [_hAlF laUGhing._] that's TrUE! BY The way, have you sent baCk
mrs. BayLey's pResents yet?

MRS. lORRIMER. YeS, WHY?

ETHEL. Go On, teLL hER, Fanshaw. [_Rises aNd goeS to centre._ Mrs.
LORRIMEr _and_ FaNSHAW _siT on sofa._

FAnshAW. [_LaughIng._] oh, iT's nOthING, oNly I sent it to
 and some have big picture s.

ETHEL.  Yes,  my  de ar , wi th a ll of us in. M a rion  in a low-necked dress .
You 'r e  a s i gh t, bu t my pi c tu r e 'sra th ergo o d. 

FAN SHA W. [_Wh o has gott enpa pers from co a t- tail pocke t._ ] Perhaps
yo u'd  liketo  se e  them .
MRS.LORRIM E R. No,  no; putth e m away quick.I ' ll  see  them home. I tak e 
e v ery blessed pa per. [ FA N SH A W  _u p t o table wh er e hep uts hat an d p ape r s_.

ETHEL. W hat are you doi ng--se nd ing back w eddin gp res ents? [_Cro sses ._

FANSH AW. Oh ,  I say, is that  neces sar y?
ETH E L.  I  do n' t  be l ie veI  wo uld; the re  a re lo ts o f t h ings  sh e'sbeendying to have .
MRS. LOR RIMER . Mydear  E thel! 

FANS HAW.Ye s, why couldn't  she --er--for get -- er- -o verlo o k--er- -an y o ld
thin g withs ome  o f t he m--I mean those sh ew a nt s? [_Tur ns up, lo ok i ng
at pr es ent s on t able. _

M R S.  LORRIME R. Wel l ,th ere are  s ome th in gsI s hould thin k she' d be
gla d tos end back. Afte r  all, twelved oz e n  o y ster  fo rks are too  man y 
for  a s m al l f a milylikean ew l y married couple.
ET HEL. H ow ma ny sugar spoo ns did she g e t?

MRS.  LOR R IM E R. Thirteen, w hichto say the least, i s anunluckynumber... [ _Rises,put s a rmabo u t _ETHEL _and co m e s le ft ._] and 
th ere's t hat  ba nkr upt  s tock of p iano lam ps .[_ Cr oss es to sofa; si ts  on 
s ofa  with _  ETHEL . FAN SHAW  _ co m esdown._ET H E L. [ _H al f la ugh in g._]That ' s t rue! By  the way,  ha v e yo use nt back 
Mrs. Bayley' spresents y et ?
MRS. L O R RIMER. Y es, why?

ETHEL. Go on, tell he r,Fansh aw.[_Rises a ndgoes t o c e ntre._  MRS.LORRI ME R _ a n d_ FA N S HA W _ si t on sofa. _ 
FA NSHAW .[_La ughing. _] Oh, it's nothin g , o nly I sent it  to 
 and_some have_big pictures.

ETHEL. Yes, my_dear, with_all_of us_in._Marion in a_low-necked dress.
You're a_sight, but my picture's_rather good.

FANSHAW. [_Who_has_gotten papers from coat-tail pocket._] Perhaps
you'd like to see them.

MRS. LORRIMER. No, no; put_them_away quick._I'll_see_them home. I take
every blessed_paper. [FANSHAW _up to table_where he_puts hat and
papers_.

ETHEL. What are you doing--sending back_wedding_presents? [_Crosses._

FANSHAW. Oh,_I say, is that necessary?

ETHEL. I don't believe I_would; there are lots of things_she's been
dying to_have.

MRS._LORRIMER._My dear Ethel!

FANSHAW. Yes,_why couldn't she--er--forget--er--overlook--er--any old
thing with some_of them--I mean those she wants?_[_Turns up, looking
at presents on table._

MRS. LORRIMER._Well, there are some things I_should think she'd be
glad to_send back._After all, twelve dozen oyster_forks are too_many
for a_small family like_a newly married couple.

ETHEL. How many_sugar spoons did_she get?

MRS. LORRIMER. Thirteen, which to_say_the least, is_an_unlucky
number..._[_Rises, puts_arm about_ ETHEL__and_comes left._]_and
there's_that bankrupt stock of piano lamps._[_Crosses_to sofa; sits on
sofa with_ ETHEL. FANSHAW__comes down._

ETHEL. [_Half laughing._]_That's_true! By the way,_have you sent back
Mrs. Bayley's_presents yet?

MRS. LORRIMER. Yes, why?

ETHEL. Go_on, tell_her, Fanshaw._[_Rises and goes to centre._ MRS.
LORRIMER _and_ FANSHAW _sit on sofa._

FANSHAW._[_Laughing._] Oh, it's nothing, only I_sent it to