Lee (eagerly). That’s what I meant. Of course it’s awfully nervy of me but I do like this little house—and—and I like you, too. You have been so mighty kind. It seems almost as if I was sent right here.
Cyn. (looking at him with a staring look). It does seem that way, that’s a fact. You can stay.
Lee. Honest? You mean just over night, or as long as I please?
Cyn. As long as you please.
Lee (joyfully). Say, but that’s great! Gee! What luck!
Cyn. (rising suddenly). Ain’t it? I’ll go right up and see about your room.
(Exit, R. Reënters with a lamp and exits by stairs.)
Lee (looking after her, goes to door, C., and opens it). Pete! Quick! Come in!
Enter Peter Pomeroy, c. He is about Lee’s age; inclined to be stout and usually very good-natured, but now he is decidedly out of patience.
Peter. Say, of all the——