JOY. [Breathlessly.] Yes.
MRS. GWYN. [Uncertainly.] Where—have you been? You look dreadfully hot; have you been running?
JOY. Yes——no.
MRS. GWYN. [Looking at her fixedly.] What's the matter—you 're trembling! [Softly.] Are n't you well, dear?
JOY. Yes—I don't know.
MRS. GWYN. What is it, darling?
JOY. [Suddenly clinging to her.] Oh! Mother!
MRS. GWYN. I don't understand.
JOY. [Breathlessly.] Oh, Mother, let me go back home with you now at once—— MRS. GWYN. [Her face hardening.] Why? What on earth——
JOY. I can't stay here.