He pushes her chocolate-box towards her, and strides
briskly into the hall._
Horrid....
DAN (_taking a soft hat from the rack and putting it on_): Good
for you, though, the way you are....
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear.
DAN (_coming into the room, and beginning to take off his
overalls_): And now it's time for your walk.... (_Smiling at_
OLIVIA) It's all right, I got trousers on.... (_Peeling the overalls
over his feet, and tossing them on to the left window-seat_) Listen
to me talking about your walk, when you'll be in a chair all the
time.... (_Chuckling, to_ HUBERT) That's funny, isn't it!...
(_Going to_ MRS. BRAMSON) Come on, I got your shawl and your rug
in the hall....
MRS. BRAMSON (_as he wheels her into the hall_): Have you got my
pills?
DAN: I got them in my pocket.
MRS. BRAMSON: And my chocolates?
DAN: I got them in my pocket too. Here's your hat--better put it on
yourself.
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear.
DAN: And here's your shawl.
MRS. BRAMSON: It isn't a shawl, it's a cape.
DAN: Well, I don't know, do I? And I carry your rug on my shoulder.
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