All Sorts of Dialogues; A Collection of Dialogues for Young People with Additional Stage Directions by Compiler (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PART II. For Boys and Girls. ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER. (Used by permission of the author, J. T. Trowbridge.) ' CHARACTERS. Mr. Chipple, A Broken-down Merchant And Invalid Edward, His Son, A Lad Of Thirteen. Harry Lofton, A Returned Californian, Formerly A Boy In Mr. Chipple's Store. Landlord. PROPERTIES. Footstool, table, glass, newspaper, cane, legal documents, pipe, matches, bottle of medicine and teaspoon, pen and ink, money (bills and silver), miscellaneous papers. Scene.?A poorly furnished room; small bare table and two chairs at F. C.; small table B. C. Enter Mr. Chipple L., leaning on Edward's shoulder; comes to F. C. Mr. Chipple. Oh, ah! (With a grimace of pain, pressing his hand on his side. ) Edward. You are worse, dear father. Mr. C. Oh, no! Better, better! I shall soon wear out this rheumatism (aside), if it doesn't wear me out. E. I wish I could help you. Mr. C. You do, you do, Edward! You are my comfort, my support, E. I will be when I can get something to do. Yesterday I went to all your old friends I could find, but'twas the same with them as with the rest, they hoped I'd 6nd a place, but they had nothing for me. It seemed hard when I thought of you. ( With emotion.) Mr. C. Nevermind, my boy. (Seats himself at F. C.) Oh! Ah! Well, well! But it was hard! I have helped more than one of them out of trouble in my day, and?'m, that leg! (stretches it out with difficulty)?one would think they might have done something for my son. E. (places his fathers feet on a footstool). I'll try again to-day. I'll find some business, if it's only that of a rag-picker. (Arranges glass and newspaper on table and places latter closer to his father's elbow while talking. ) Mr. C. There is one who would not give you the cold...