Littlefield.
Don't bother! I'll find it.
Looking for something, he approaches Rhoda, who has her back turned.
Beg pardon. Have you seen a pocket thermometer I left here?
She faces him. He starts back in surprise.
Bless my soul and body! Rhoda Williams!
He closes the hall door, returns to her, and stands somewhat disconcerted.
Here, of all places!
Rhoda.
Mrs. Beeler is my aunt.