Grinnidge: “Our fair friend on the other side of the wall seems to be on the rampage.”
Miss Spaulding, shutting the register with a violent clash: “Ugh! how hot it is here!”
Grinnidge: “Doesn’t like your conversation, apparently.”
Miss Reed, frantically pressing forward to open the register: “Oh, don’t shut it, Nettie, dear! If you do I shall die! Do-o-n’t shut the register!”
Miss Spaulding: “Don’t shut it? Why, we’ve got all the heat of the furnace in the room now. Surely you don’t want any more?”
Miss Reed: “No, no; not any more. But—but— Oh, dear! what shall I do?” She still struggles in the embrace of her friend.
Grinnidge, remaining quietly at the register, while Ransom walks away to the window: “Well, what did you do?”
Miss Reed: “There, there! They’re commencing again! Do open it, Nettie. I will have it open!” She wrenches herself free, and dashes the register open.
Grinnidge: “Ah, she’s opened it again.”
Miss Reed, in a stage-whisper: “That’s the other one!”