HE. (Looks around furtively. Then he obliges her.)
SHE. Ah! That's so nice. (She pauses. Shudders.) Hold me close, mother, hold me close. I've had such a terrible dream!
HE. Good Heavens! You're not dreaming now. . . .
SHE. I dreamt—I dreamt— (He has raised her to a sitting position. She stops abruptly. Looks about.) Where—where am I?
HE. (Surprised) Don't you know?
SHE. No.
HE. (In a matter-of-fact tone) We are about half a mile away from the Poland Springs Hotel, Poland Springs, Maine.
SHE. (Vaguely) Oh! (She pauses.) And you, how do you come here?
HE. Strolling.
SHE. Strolling?