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BUTLER. Now, James, you're to go over with the luggage to Twenty-third
Street Ferry and check the heavy baggage; you know where to.
FOOTMAN. Yes, sir.
SUSIE. [_Eagerly._] Oh, _where to?_
BUTLER. I am hunder hoath not to tell, Miss.
SUSIE. O pish!
[_Kneeling in the big arm-chair and watching proceedings from behind
its back._
BUTLER. [_Continues to the FOOTMAN._] And wait with the checks and Mr.
Austin's dressing-bag-- [_Showing it._] --until they come.
FOOTMAN. Yes, sir.
PETER. And make haste, or, I say, somebody'll turn up and give our whole
joke away!
[_The DRIVER reenters._
SUSIE. Yes, _do_ hurry!
FOOTMAN. [_To the DRIVER._] Come along.
[_They take the big trunk out Left. BUTLER follows with the
dressing-bag._
MRS. CULLINGHAM. [_Calls from the room at back._] Peter darling, are you
there?
SUSIE. Phew! Just in time!
[_Sliding down into a more correct position in the chair._
PETER. Yes, mother!
[_Going to back._
MRS. CULLINGHAM. [_In the doorway, at back._] Come, take these beautiful
roses from Mrs. Tillman!
[_MRS.
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