Sud. Yes!
Wouldby. What are all the pins for?
Sud. When I cut out a line one place—I keep it until I find a place somewhere else to patch it in.
[Hands new lines to Mrs. Pencil, who is back of table center.]
Wouldby. A great playwright has to be economical with his great ideas!
Sud. Yes, if he wants a yacht.
Mrs. Pencil [studying her book]. Now I see, now I see—Mr. Sud. Shall I go on?
Sud. Yes, go on!
[Sud comes down right to Wouldby.]
Mrs. Pencil. Oh! Clem—I was so frightened when I heard about the strikers. Even if you are their leader now, they might turn and murder you.