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Rh All right (Runs out, right.)

The darling! Well, I'll be running along. I'll look in again. (They move toward the door, left, and meet coming in.)

Well, well. Has our hero showed up yet? How'd do, Mrs. Cory. (Looking around.) Not here yet, eh?

How'd do, Mr. Ellis.

No, not yet. But he'll be here in time for dinner.

(as he goes through the business of removing hat and coat—stepping out of door to hang them in hallway—talking continuously). Yeh, you can trust a boy to come in time for dinner. And I guess our doughboys won't be any different from the others in that respect. Pies like mother used to make are going to taste pretty good to them.... Still (wistfully), it must be a great life—that camp life—toting your own cooking kit and all that...great experience they've all had!

It's going to be so exciting to hear about it from some one who was actually there. You know the only returned soldier we've had in town is Mrs. Tolliver's Herbie. And he is a little bit queer, you know. He was gassed or shell-shocked or something, and he won't say a