ISBN: 1163706426 / ISBN-13: 9781163706428
Wild Birds: A Play in Three Acts
by Dan Totheroh
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) ... Show synopsis This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...stand fer it a minute, Corie. I'd speak to Milt about it. Train him early, Corie. Don't make the mistake like I did with John. If I'd only taken the whip-hand when we was first married things wouldn't be like they air now. I remember our'n first fight. He threw a dish on the floor an' wouldn't pick it up when I asked him to. I should hev left it thar till he did but like a fool I picked it up. They air all alike, men air. They watch fer a chance an' if you give it to 'em--the least little one--you air a slave to the coffin. (She rises and puts her darning on a bench) How many eggs do you need, Corie? Cokie: A dozen will do, maw. Mrs. Slag (going to the steps of the house): Mazie! Mazie! Corie: Last night Milt says he seen Adam Larsen walkin' down by Little Creek in the moonlight. He said he watched him fer a long time an' he was walkin' up an' down, an' then he'd throw stones in the water an' then he'd walk agin. Mrs. Slag: He's been sneakin' out after dark! I tol' John I thought I heard him climbin' down the ladder a night or so ago. Corie: I'd watch out fer him comin' from a reform school like he did. He's liable to kill you all when you're asleep. Mrs. Slag: He's had a funny light in his eyes lately, I noticed, an' his cheeks look like fever. (Enter Mazie from the house. She wears a spring flower, like a white star, caught in her black hair.) Mazie: Did you call me, Auntie Martie?--Oh, hello, Corie. Mrs. Slag: Yes, I called you a long time ago. Git a dozen eggs down the barn fer Corie. Mazie (taking the basket): Yes, mam. (She starts off, then turns) Oh, Corie, air you happy? Corie: You jest mind your own business an' you'll git along better! (mazie exits.) Corie: Nosey little good-fer-nothin'. She allus did want to know too much!...