CLAIRE:  (who has gone over to the window) And this neurologist can make me happy?

HARRY:  Can make you well—­and then you’ll be happy.

ADELAIDE:  (in the voice of now fixing it all up) And I had just an idea about Elizabeth.  Instead of working with mere plants, why not think of Elizabeth as a plant and—­

(CLAIRE, who has been looking out of the window, now throws open one of the panes that swings out—­or seems to, and calls down in great excitement.)

CLAIRE:  Tom! Tom! Quick!  Up here!  I’m in trouble!

HARRY:  (going to the window) That’s a rotten thing to do, Claire! 
You’ve frightened him.

CLAIRE:  Yes, how fast he can run.  He was deep in thought and I stabbed right through.

HARRY:  Well, he’ll be none too pleased when he gets up here and finds there was no reason for the stabbing!

(They wait for his footsteps, HARRY annoyed, ADELAIDE offended, but stealing worried looks at CLAIRE, who is looking fixedly at the place in the floor where TOM will appear.—­Running footsteps.)

TOM:  (his voice getting there before he does) Yes,
Claire—­yes—­yes—­(as his head appears) What is it?

CLAIRE:  (at once presenting him and answering his question) My sister.

TOM:  (gasping) Oh,—­why—­is that all?  I mean—­how do you do?  Pardon, I (panting) came up—­rather hurriedly.

HARRY:  If you want to slap Claire, Tom, I for one have no objection.

CLAIRE:  Adelaide has the most interesting idea, Tom.  She proposes that I take Elizabeth and roll her in the gutter.  Just let her lie there until she breaks up into—­

ADELAIDE:  Claire! I don’t see how—­even in fun—­pretty vulgar fun—­you can speak in those terms of a pure young girl.  I’m beginning to think I had better take Elizabeth.

CLAIRE:  Oh, I’ve thought that all along.

ADELAIDE:  And I’m also beginning to suspect that—­oddity may be just a way of shifting responsibility.

CLAIRE:  (cordially interested in this possibility) Now you know—­that might be.

ADELAIDE:  A mother who does not love her own child!  You are an unnatural woman, Claire.

CLAIRE:  Well, at least it saves me from being a natural one.

ADELAIDE:  Oh—­I know, you think you have a great deal!  But let me tell you, you’ve missed a great deal!  You’ve never known the faintest stirring of a mother’s love.

CLAIRE:  That’s not true.

HARRY:  No.  Claire loved our boy.

CLAIRE:  I’m glad he didn’t live.

HARRY:  (low) Claire!

CLAIRE:  I loved him.  Why should I want him to live?

HARRY:  Come, dear, I’m sorry I spoke of him—­when you’re not feeling well.

CLAIRE:  I’m feeling all right. Just because I’m seeing something, it doesn’t mean I’m sick.