Campbell: “I’ll tell them they’ve just one chance in a hundred to save their lives, and that one is open to them for just five minutes.”
Lawton: “Tell my daughter that I’ve been here half an hour, and everybody knows I drove here with her.”
Bemis: “Tell my son that the next time I’ll walk, and let him drive.”
Mrs. Miller: “Tell Mr. Miller I found I had my fan after all.”
Curwen: “And Mrs. Curwen that I’ve got her glove all right.” He holds it up.
Mrs. Roberts, at a look of mystification and demand from her brother: “Never mind explanations, Willis. They’ll understand, and we’ll explain when you get back.”
Lawton, examining the glove which Curwen holds up: “Why, so it is right!”
Lawton: “Were you sent back to get a left glove?”
Curwen: “Yes, yes; of course.”