plant an acacia? 
MARY 
An acacia, what's that, John? 
JOHN 
O, it's one of those trees that they have. 
MARY 
But why, John? 
JOHN 
Well, you see the house is called The Acacias, and it seems rather silly 
not to have at least one. 
MARY 
O, I don't think that matters. Lots of places are called lots of things. 
Everyone does. 
JOHN 
Yes, but it might help the postman. 
MARY 
O, no, it wouldn't, dear. He wouldn't know an acacia if he saw it any 
more than I should. 
JOHN
Quite right, Mary, you're always right. What a clever head you've got! 
MARY 
Have I, John? We'll plant an acacia if you like. I'll ask about it at the 
grocer's. 
JOHN You can't get one there. 
MARY 
No, but he's sure to know where it can be got. 
JOHN 
Where do they grow, Mary? 
MARY 
I don't know, John; but I am sure they do, somewhere. 
JOHN 
Somehow I wish sometimes, I almost wish I could have gone abroad 
for a week or so to places like where acacias grow naturally. 
MARY 
O, would you really, John? 
JOHN 
No, not really. But I just think of it sometimes. 
MARY 
Where would you have gone? 
JOHN 
O, I don't know. The East or some such place. I've often heard people 
speak of it, and somehow it seemed so. . . 
MARY 
The East, John? Not the East. I don't think the East somehow is quite 
respectable. 
JOHN 
O well, it's all right, I never went, and never shall go now. It doesn't 
matter. 
MARY [the photographs catching her eye] 
O, John, I meant to tell you. Such a dreadful thing happened. 
JOHN 
What, Mary? 
MARY 
Well, Liza was dusting the photographs, and when she came to Jane's 
she says she hadn't really begun to dust it, only looked at it, and it fell 
down, and that bit of glass is broken right out of it.
JOHN 
Ask her not to look at it so hard another time. 
MARY 
O, what do you mean, John? 
JOHN 
Well, that's how she broke it; she said so, and as I know you believe in 
Liza . . . 
MARY 
Well, I can't think she'd tell a lie, John. 
JOHN 
No, of course not. But she mustn't look so hard another time. 
MARY 
And it's poor little Jane's photograph. She will feel it so. 
JOHN 
O, that's all right, we'll get it mended. 
MARY 
Still, it's a dreadful thing to have happened. 
JOHN 
We'll get it mended, and if Jane is unhappy about it she can have 
Alice's frame. Alice is too young to notice it. 
MARY 
She isn't, John. She'd notice it quick. 
JOHN 
Well, George, then. 
MARY [looking at photo thoughtfully] 
Well, perhaps George might give up his frame. 
JOHN 
Yes, tell Liza to change it. Why not make her do it now? 
MARY 
Not to-day, John. Not on a Sunday. She shall do it to-morrow by the 
time you get back from the office. 
JOHN 
All right. It might have been worse. 
MARY 
It's bad enough. I wish it hadn't happened. 
JOHN 
It might have been worse. It might have been Aunt Martha.
MARY 
I'd sooner it had been her than poor little Jane. 
JOHN 
If it had been Aunt Martha's photograph she'd have walked in next day 
and seen it for certain; I know Aunt Martha. Then there'd have been 
trouble. 
MARY 
But, John, how could she have known? 
JOHN 
I don't know, but she would have; it's a kind of devilish sense she has. 
MARY 
John! 
JOHN 
What's the matter? 
MARY 
John! What a dreadful word you used. And on a Sunday too! Really! 
JOHN 
O, I'm sorry. It slipped out somehow. I'm very sorry. 
[Enter LIZA.] 
LIZA 
There's a gentleman to see you, sir, which isn't, properly speaking, a 
gentleman at all. Not what I should call one, that is, like. 
MARY 
Not a gentleman! Good gracious, Liza! Whatever do you mean? 
LIZA 
He's black. 
MARY 
Black? 
JOHN [reassuring] 
O . . . yes, that would be Ali. A queer old customer, Mary; perfectly 
harmless. Our firm gets hundreds of carpets through him; and then one 
day . . . 
MARY 
But what is he doing here, John? 
JOHN 
Well, one day he turned up in London; broke, he said; and wanted the 
firm to give him a little cash. Well, old Briggs was for giving him ten
shillings. But I said "here's a man that's helped us in making thousands 
of pounds. Let's give him fifty." 
MARY 
Fifty pounds! 
JOHN 
Yes, it seems a lot; but it seemed only fair. Ten shillings would have 
been an insult to the old fellow, and he'd have taken it as such. You 
don't know what he'd have done. 
MARY 
Well, he doesn't want more? 
JOHN    
    
		
	
	
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