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Everychild, a play by Olive Tilford Dargan |
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_ SCENE II SCENE II: A squalid room in a city tenement, a miserable stove, a bedraggled bed. Right, a table at which a poorly dressed man and woman are working fast and feverishly. Three children of about four, eight, and ten years sit on a bench, left, sewing as fast as they can, looking tired, depressed, weary. It is evening, the room poorly lit. Noises from the street, street calls, rumbling of vehicles, honk of autos, etc., etc.
Mother. Father. Oldest Child. (Bell strikes ten.) Mother. Now, go right to bed, children. It is ten o'clock. (Takes light and goes with husband into room right. (Street noises all discontinue, back of room opens out on to the orchard and the music of first scene is heard with dancing children. EVERYCHILD comes into the room with her rosy lamp. The three children sit up in bed and rub their eyes. EVERYCHILD glides all about the room and looks at the squalid place in dismay, then goes up and smiles at the children.) Everychild. (They get out of bed and she leads (CURTAIN FALLS) _ |