THE CL IMBERS



   RICHARD, who rides a stick with a horse's

   head and wears a soldier's cap.

 RICHARD. Merry Christmas, father!

 BLANCHE. [Going toward the sofa.] Dick !

 RICHARD. Merry Christmas, father!

 BLANCHE. Sh! Father's asleep.

 [They steal back toward the other door when

   WARDEN enters Right.

 WARDEN. Oh, you are here! I went down into

the drawing-room where I left you.

  BLANCHE. Sh!

  [She points to STERLING, who lies apparently

    asleep. They speak in lowered voices.

  WARrDEN. Yes, I have a message for you

from him.

              [Looking at RICHARD and RUTH.

  RUTH. [Who understands.] Come, Richard, I

haven't seen your tree yet.



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