Miss Lawton, to young Mr. Bemis: “How it does creep!”
Young Mr. Bemis, looking down fondly at her: “Oh, does it?”
Mrs. Crashaw: “Why, it doesn’t go at all! It’s stopped. Let us get out.” They all rise.
The Elevator Boy, pulling at the rope: “We’re not there, yet.”
Mrs. Crashaw, with mingled trepidation and severity: “Not there? What are you stopping, then, for?”
The Elevator Boy: “I don’t know. It seems to be caught.”
Mrs. Crashaw: “Caught?”
Miss Lawton: “Oh, dear!”
Young Mr. Bemis: “Don’t mind.”
Miller: “Caught? Nonsense!”