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AUSTIN. I'll bet.
JINNY. Father smoked nineteen cigars a day the first week I was gone.
AUSTIN. _I_ haven't _had_ to smoke _any_!
JINNY. Mercy! don't boast!--and he thinks they will all soon go to Long
Island for the summer.
AUSTIN. Doesn't he say a word nor a hint at his going West?
JINNY. No, he says he may go to Newport for August, and that's all.
[_Putting away letter, and getting out others._
AUSTIN. Going to read all those?
JINNY. If you don't mind, while I rest. _Do_ you mind?
AUSTIN. Of course not, but I think while you're reading I'll just take a
little turn and see if I can't come across the Cullinghams.
[_Rising._
JINNY. [_After the merest second's pause, and looking seriously at
him._] Why don't you?
AUSTIN. I'll bring them here if I find them--
[_He goes out Right._
[_JINNY looks up where he went off and gazes, motionless, for a few
moments. Then she throws off the mood and opens a letter._
[_Two tired Americans enter Right, a girl and her mother, MRS. LOPP
and CARRIE._
MRS. LOPP. What's this, Carrie?
CARRIE.
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