EILEEN. It'd be fine if they would. I'd like to have one, too--to practice. I learned stenography at a business college and then I had a position for a year--before my mother died. MURRAY. We could hire one--I could. I don't see why they wouldn't allow it. I'm to be sent to one of the men's huts within the next few days, and you'll be shipped to one of the women's cottages within ten days. You're not sick enough to be kept here in bed, I'm sure of that. EILEEN. I--I don't know---- MURRAY. Here! None of that! You just think you're not and you won't be. Say, I'm keen on that typewriter idea. They couldn't kick if we only used it during recreation periods. I could have it a week, and then you a week. EILEEN (_eagerly_). And I could type your stories after you've written them! I _could_ help that way. MURRAY (_smiling_). But I'm quite able---- (_Then seeing how interested she is he adds hurriedly._) That'd be great! It'd save so much time. I've always been a fool at a machine. And I'd be willing to pay whatever---- (Miss Gilpin _enters from the rear and walks towards them._) EILEEN (_quickly_). Oh, no! I'd be glad to get the practice. I wouldn't accept---- (_She coughs slightly._) MURRAY (_with a laugh_). Maybe, after you've read my stuff, you won't type it at any price. MISS GILPIN. Miss Carmody, may I speak to you for a moment, please. (_She takes_ Eileen _aside and talks to her in low tones of admonition._ Eileen's _face falls. She nods a horrified acquiescence._ Miss Gilpin _leaves her and goes into the office, rear._) MURRAY (_as_ Eileen _comes back. Noticing her perturbation. Kindly_). Well? Now, what's the trouble? EILEEN (_her lips trembling_). She told me I mustn't forget to shield my mouth with my handkerchief when I cough. MURRAY (_consolingly_). Yes, that's one of the rules, you know. EILEEN (_falteringly_). She said they'd give me--a--cup to carry around--(_She stops, shuddering._) MURRAY (_easily_). It's not as horrible as it sounds. They're only little paste-board things you carry in your pocket. EILEEN (_as if speaking to herself_). It's so horrible (_She holds out her hand to_ Murray.) I'm to go to my room now. Good night, Mr. Murray. MURRAY (_holding her hand for a moment--earnestly_). Don't mind your first impressions here. You'll look on everything as a matter of course in a few days. I felt your way at first. (_He drops her hand and shakes his finger at her._) Mind your guardian, now! (_She forces a trembling smile._) See you at breakfast. Good night. (Eileen _goes out to the hall in rear._ Miss Howard _comes in from the door just after her, carrying a glass of milk._) MISS HOWARD. Almost bedtime, Mr. Murray. Here's your diet. (_He takes the glass. She smiles at him provokingly._) Well, is it love at first sight, Mr. Murray?