The Templeton Teapot: A Farce in One Act

by Grace Cooke Strong

Mr. B. (to Dean). Well, this is a fine position from which to rescue you. (Laughs.)

Mrs. B. (angrily to Mr. T.). How dare you lock up my brother?

Mrs. T. (weakly). Horace, what have you done?

Mr. T. (in great embarrassment). There is some mistake; I am most grieved. However, the fact remains that I caught this young man in the act of stealthily removing my valuable teapot.

Mrs. B. Alas, my poor brother has spent so much time over his old antiques that he has lost his mind!

Mr. T. I am ready to apologize to Mr. Dean as soon as he explains his—rather singular appearance in my house.

Mrs. B. Eric, did Mr. Templeton find you carrying off the teapot?

Dean. Yes.

Mrs. B. Have you no regard for your family? Why did you do this thing?

Dean. I have nothing to say.