Page:The worsted man; a musical play for amateurs, by John Kendrick Bangs.djvu/98

 The Worsted Man Priscilla. I m not quite sure, James, if I can. But I will try. I ve never darned a broken heart before so I can not make any rash promises. Will you let me try ? Doll. (Bowing low and kissing her hand.) It s all I ask now. Priscilla. (Rising.) I ll go and get my needles. [Exit, waving her hand at him smil ingly. Doll. (Calming down.) My, my, my! She was indeed a boon. A wee bit cooler than the rest she s soothed my agitated nerves. But there still are two to come. Perhaps I might live through one more love affair but two! I have it, I ll write. (Sits at small table at left.) Boy, a pen, paper, and some ink. Also a small bit of wrapping-paper. Bell-Boy. Yassir. [Leans over counter at rear and re ceives articles from clerk.