MRS. METHERELL. Then she's handicapped for life. But I have seen some grow out of it.
(Enter Elsie. She has a towel over her arm.)
ELSIE. Mrs. Metherell, will you come upstairs a minute?
MRS. METHERELL. What for?
ELSIE. We ought to have hot water ready and I can't find the bath-room.
MRS. METHERELL. You'd have a job to find one in Elizabeth Street.
ELSIE (blankly). How do you get hot water?
MRS. METHERELL (drily). You heat it.
(Edmund stands, looking on.)
ELSIE (crossing to fireplace and making for kettle). Then I'll take this.