Warner (entering)
Where's Philo?
Mrs. W.
In the orchard. I watched my chance, and thought I'd redd up a little. He won't let me touch anything when he's here.
Warner
Just about lives up here, don't he?
Mrs. W.
Day and night now, since he's been too sick to go to the store. And I can't have Dr. Bellows bring in that specialist from New York with things lookin' as if a woman had never come up the stairs. (Dusting and rattling.)
Warner
Philo's not onto what the doctors are after, is he?