Mrs. T. (indignantly). Unfortunate? I should say as much. Horace, this is your fault.
Mr. T. That is true. I have been buried in my work and have neglected my child.
Sue. If some one went to the station——
Mrs. T. Why didn't we think of that before? Professor Gates, run to the station. The train may not have gone.
Prof. G. (humbly). Of course, of course, delighted to be of use. Where is my hat? (Sue hands him his hat.) Thank you.
Mrs. T. (following Prof. G. to the door). If you find her, use every argument to induce her to return.
Prof. G. I'll do my best. [Exit, r.
Mrs. T. If we cannot find Hilda to-night, Professor Gates shall go to New York in the morning.
Sue (sharply). Why Professor Gates?