BENJAMIN. What?
ELEONORA. Everything! The theft, the police, and more too—
MRS. HEYST [From R.]. Has the paper come?
ELEONORA. No, mother dear.
MRS. HEYST [As she goes out]. Let me know first when it does come.
ELEONORA. The paper, the paper! Oh, that the print shop would burn down or that the editor were taken ill, or something—No, no. I mustn't say that. I mustn't. Do you know, Benjamin, I was with my father last night.
BENJAMIN [Surprised]. Last night?
ELEONORA. Yes, while I slept. And then I was with my sister. She told me that she sold thirty dollars' worth of things day before yesterday, and that she had earned five dollars for herself.
BENJAMIN. That wasn't much.
ELEONORA. It's a great deal, Benjamin.