Coldly and quietly
You haven't told me the story yet. You just came in here and hinted at it. You stormed around and then went out.
GEORGE HORTON Well, all right. A young boy, Harry's friend … you don't know him … you always keep to yourself … you
don't know any one. His name is Will Howard. He is the son of the Presbyterian preacher here. I'll tell you what, I wish our Harry was like that boy. He doesn't smoke or swear or anything. He's got a good job, too.
MARY HORTON
A little smile goes across her lips
What a paragon, really! But what about him? I want to know what he told you.
GEORGE HORTON He was up in Harry's room early this afternoon. He had heard things. I am not like you, I'm a man who keeps
his eyes open. I stopped this boy coming down from Harry's room and asked him. I'll tell you what, there's a boy who will get somewhere.
MARY HORTON
She interrupts impatiently. She has aroused herself and is sitting up straight in her chair and is looking hard at her husband
Yes, yes, all right, all right. Get on with the story.
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GEORGE HORTON
Defiantly
He said that our Harry has been going down to Mabel Clark's house at night. He goes sneaking down there. This young Will Howard saw him do it. He followed Harry and watched him. He just told me because he doesn't want Harry to get in trouble. He says this Mabel Clark's going to have a kid. He told me because he wants Harry warned. My God, Mary, a woman of that age fooling with a boy like Harry, the damned slut. Will says that Harry is stuck on her, that he's in love with her. Now he says he thinks that she's that way -- that she's going to have a kid.
He jumps to his feet and w