Bernice made this house. [_Looking around._] Everything is Bernice. [_A pause._] Change something, Abbie! [_With growing excitement._] Put something in a different place. [_He takes a pillow from the seat under the window, holds it irresolutely a moment, puts it on the floor at the side of the fireplace. On the other side he moves a high vase from the window. Then helplessly._] Well, I don’t know. You can’t get Bernice out of this room. The tea-table! Come, Abbie, quick! We will take this _out_ of the room. [_Together, ABBIE reluctant, they move it to the passage-way leading out from the living-room. The FATHER comes back and sees the chair, now without its table. He goes as if to move it, but cannot do this; looks old and broken as he faces the closed door._] I wish they’d left Bernice upstairs, Abbie, in her own room. Now _there_--so near the living-room--right off the living-room. [_Hastily goes back to his cards, but in an instant he brushes them together and pulls the open book toward him, and papers; but he only rests his hand on the book._] There’ll be only Craig and his sister on this train, Abbie. ABBIE That’s all I know of. FATHER But Margaret Pierce will be here soon. As soon as she can get here, Margaret will come. Within an hour, probably. ABBIE [_Apprehensive._] You think so, sir? FATHER I think so. That train from the West got to the Junction at three. I have a feeling Margaret won’t wait for the five o’clock train to get here. She’ll get a car. [_ABBIE goes to the door and looks out._] It would save a little time, and--she doesn’t know that Bernice--Yes, Margaret will get here the quickest way. She always came to Bernice when Bernice needed her. ABBIE She doesn’t need anyone now. FATHER No. But yes--in a way, she does. She needs some one to be here to do what she can’t go on doing. Margaret will see that--when she knows. Margaret sees everything. ABBIE [_Frightened now._] You think so, sir? FATHER Oh, yes, she does. Bernice knew that. “Margaret sees things,” I’ve heard Bernice say. [_ABBIE turns from him._] Now Mrs. Kirby, Craig’s sister Laura, she’s a sensible woman, she’ll be a help to you, Abbie, in--arranging things. But see things? No. How different people are. They’re all different, Abbie. I don’t think Bernice cared much for Laura--though she didn’t mind her. She’d just laugh about Laura--about her being so sure of everything. It was nice, Abbie, the way Bernice would just laugh about things. She had no malice. ABBIE [_Strangely intense._] No. She didn’t have, did she? FATHER