Alice
No you're not. Why won't you tell me?
Mrs. Everitt
But Alice, there's nothing to tell. I do feel a little tired, but then, I shall be all right in the morning.
Alice
I wish—(Walter enters with more wood)
Walter
Well, Alice, are you still thinking about that dance?
Alice
Why no, I'd forgotten all about it. Who could dance in such a rain? It would make the music seem artificial. I'm getting tired of boys, too. They don't really feel things—like rain, and fire.