Her own way

by Clyde Fitch

Mrs. Carley. Yes, that's just it, "almost!" Your husband hates me and you back him up—and keep me in the background!

Louise. I couldn't! You wouldn't stay there.

[With a disagreeable laugh.

Mrs. Carley. [Sits in chair left of the table.] That's it, insult me,—but I've had enough! I've made up my mind, anyway, to leave your house and live by myself.

[Whimpering.

Louise. Oh, stop, mamma. You know I didn't mean anything. I'm sorry!

Mrs. Carley. [Crying.] No, I'm in the way.

Louise. You're not in the way. You know

I couldn't live without my darling pretty little mamma. Please stop crying and kiss me.

[Puts her arms around her.