Dr. James Moorcroft - widower resident of Moorcroft Manor (135 lines)

Miss Davis - the new maid, young and overly chatty (73 lines)

Mr. Peter Minkovitchen - the handyman (47 lines)

Mr. Robert Jennings - the refined butler (37 lines)

Mrs. Bailey - the fastidious housekeeper, always straightening things (28 lines)

Mr. Jeffrey Robins - head of family stranded at Moorcroft Manor (55 lines)

Mrs. Marie Robins - Jeffrey’s ill and thin wife (44 lines)

Jessica Robins - Jeffrey’s daughter, about 12-14 (23 lines)

Dr. Moorcroft awakens on the 10^th anniversary of his wife’s death to discover that the new maid is extremely talkative, the weather is turning nasty, and the only thing that could make the situation worse is the arrival of a family caught in the storm. Set in 1922 upper New York, the comedy takes a turn when the doctor realizes that the wife has a serious illness, but that he might be able to help her. In the end, the characters learn that God does work all things together for good for those that love Him.

All scenes take place in the hall of Moorcroft Manor. Furnishings are elegant: On one side of the stage are two chairs with a small end table in between. On the other side is a small dining table. Three doors are exits leading to the bedroom area, the kitchen area, and the front entrance. Furnishings need to include a small clock, a telephone, and several small items such as pillows or pictures.

Miss Davis: Here you are - and such a fine breakfast, too. (DAVIS sets dishes on table as she speaks.) Oh, the cook - what’s her name? Mrs. Frost…? Mrs. French. . .? Mrs. Fritchie? Oh, yes, that’s it. Mrs. Fritchie. Mrs. Fritchie said that she made freshly squeezed orange juice special for you this morning. Acted like there was something special about today. (MOORCROFT has a far away look, but ignores remark.) Well, there you are. Ham and eggs, muffins, butter, your juice…

Dr. Moorcroft: Very well, Miss Davis.

Miss Davis: You know, I think I’m really going to like working here at the Manor. Everything here is just so beautiful - and the manor is so big! (Motioning toward kitchen area) Why, I just love how the French doors in the dining room open onto the terrace - and the garden beyond is just so beautiful. Why, even my room is gorgeous, and to think that I have it all to myself! Why, at home, I had to share a smaller room with two sisters! And just look at all the woodwork everywhere. (Pointing) Why, just how long do you think it took to carve those designs? I’ve never seen anything like them.

Dr. Moorcroft: Really, Miss Davis.

Miss Davis: Oh, yes, really. Most of the homes I’ve been in have just very simple trim. Nothing elaborate like this. It’s just so beautiful. (as she takes in the beauty of the whole room) And the drapes! Such an exquisite color of maroon. And the ones in my room - such a creamy color of yellow.

Dr. Moorcroft: Miss Davis. (somewhat sternly) You needn’t tell me everything on your mind.

Miss Davis: Yes, I know. But it is so beautiful here. Why, I’ve never seen such furniture. And the-

Dr. Moorcroft: Miss Davis! I said that you needn’t speak so much!

Miss Davis: Oh, I know - it’s not on my job list. (counting on fingers) I’m to do the dusting, help serve the meals, answer the door when Robert isn’t around -

Dr. Moorcroft: (speaking as she pauses for thought) You mean Mr. Jennings.

Miss Davis: No, I mean Robert - the butler. Robert is the butler, right?

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, Robert is his given name, but you’re to refer to him as Mr. Jennings.

Miss Davis: Oh. Very well then, I’m to answer the door if Mr. Jennings isn’t around, and. . . well, I know there’ are three more things, but I can’t think of them right now. But I know that cheering you up wasn't one of them, but even if it isn’t a job that I need to do, I want to anyway.

Dr. Moorcroft: Miss Davis, when I say that you needn’t speak to me so much, I mean that I would prefer that you not speak to me so much.

Miss Davis: What? You don’t want me to cheer you up? And everyone in town talks about how lonely you are. (puts hand to mouth, realizing what she’s said.) I’m sorry, sir - I do want to, I mean - are you sure that you don’t want me to—

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, I’m quite sure.

Miss Davis: Oh. (slight pause) Well, then. Well, I guess I’ll just uh -I’ll dust then.

Dr. Moorcroft: Must you?

Miss Davis: Why, yes. Surely you know that you have to wind these. (takes clock over to table) My mother used to always have to remind me to wind the clocks. She always stressed punctuality, and said that the first step was to keep your clocks on the correct time, and wound correctly as well.

Dr. Moorcroft: I was referring to the whistling.

Miss Davis: The whistling? Oh. (slight pause) Well, I’ll just - I’ll just keep dusting then. (returns to dusting which she continues for a short time before being interrupted)

Dr. Moorcroft: Miss Davis?

Miss Davis: (defensive) What?! I didn’t say anything!

Dr. Moorcroft: I would like you to check to see if the morning paper has been delivered yet.

Miss Davis: (relieved) Oh. All right. (exits to main entrance)

Dr. Moorcroft: (sighs deeply) And Mrs. Bailey promised her a full week trial period. (continues eating)

Miss Davis: Oh, Dr. Moorcroft. It’s so wonderful outside. It was hard to come back inside - as wonderful as it is in the Manor. Why, the birds are chirping, and the lilacs are blooming. And the sky is so clear - and why, you can see for miles - there’s not another house in sight - And the flowers! But I can’t think of the name of them. The word is right on the tip of my tongue.

Dr. Moorcroft: It seems the entire dictionary is on the tip of your tongue.

Miss Davis: No, it’s just the one word I’m tripping over—oh what is that word?

Dr. Moorcroft: Do you know the word, "mum?"

Miss Davis: (still thinking) No, they’re not mums; they bloom in the fall.

Dr. Moorcroft: (sternly) Miss Davis. I’m not talking about the flowers.

Miss Davis: No, I’m talking about the flowers.

Dr. Moorcroft: (even more sternly) Miss Davis!

Miss Davis: (hand to mouth) Oh yes. I’m not supposed to talk so much.

Dr. Moorcroft: No.

Miss Davis: No? You mean you’ve changed your mind?

Dr. Moorcroft: No, no. What I meant was, "No, you’re not supposed to talk so much." I was agreeing with you.

Miss Davis: My. It sure didn’t sound like it. (opens paper and starts to hand to MOORCROFT.) Oh, today is May Day. Did you know that today is May 1?

Dr. Moorcroft: (now quite angry, he rises) I know full well what day it is! I would know - (overcome with emotion, he chokes on the words and leaves in a hurry toward bedroom area.)

Miss Davis: My - I wonder what that was all about. (picks up duster and continues dusting)

Mrs. Bailey: (sternly) Whatever did you say to him? (nodding toward the bedrooms)

Miss Davis: Well, I told him how beautiful it was here, and how much I was going to like working for him. And about how you need to wind your clocks, and that the lilacs are blooming --(pauses, realizing this is not the answer he is wanting.) And I told him that it was May Day-

Mrs. Bailey: You didn’t!

Miss Davis: What kind of man is he - that he doesn’t like May Day? How could anyone not love May Day? Why I just love the parades, and the May poles, and -

Mrs. Bailey: Miss Davis, there is more to May First than just parades.

Miss Davis: You mean that Dr. Moorcroft doesn’t like all that labor union promotion that’s starting up? I don't pay much attention to all of that --

Mrs. Bailey: What I mean is that there are some things you are going to have to learn if you wish to retain your tenure here. (straightening something on Miss Davis' uniform or apron) This is just your first day, and you have not gotten out on a very good start. One of the first things that you must learn is to hold your tongue! (turns and exits toward bedroom area)

Miss Davis: Hold my tongue? Why do you think she would want me to hold my tongue? (she sits on edge of chair and shrugs. Sticking out her tongue, she holds it between her fingers for a few seconds before trying to talk while holding her tongue) I don't see how this could help much….

Minkovitchen: Are you all right? (concerned)

Miss Davis: (still holding tongue) I’m just practicing holding my tongue like Mrs. Bailey said. But it's really hard to talk this way.

Minkovitchen: (can’t understand Davis) What did you say?

Miss Davis: (still holding tongue) I said that I’m practicing holding my tongue.

Minkovitchen: You’re going to have to let go of your tongue so I can understand you.

Miss Davis: (letting go of tongue) Mrs. Bailey told me that I needed to practice holding my tongue - and so I was. But I can't begin to see what good that would do. I mean, I do want to do what's helpful, but I don't see how that would help Dr. Moorcroft. By the way, I’m the new maid - Jessica Davis. I don’t believe I’ve met you yet.

Minkovitchen: (smiling) I’m Peter Minkovitchen. I’m the handyman around the manor. Right now, I’m on a pursuit of a mouse.

Miss Davis: A mouse?

Minkovitchen: Yes, he’s been a pesky little critter. But I’ll get him. I always do.

Miss Davis: Always?

Minkovitchen: Oh yes, always.

Miss Davis: Uh, how often is "always?"

Minkovitchen: Oh, they don’t get into the Manor too often, but when they do, it’s my job to see that they get caught.

Miss Davis: Oh, I certainly do not like mice. I’m glad that’s not on my job list!

Minkovitchen: Well, I don’t mind the job.

Miss Davis: You know, I didn’t mind talking to Dr. Moorcroft either. But he told me that talking to him was not on my job list. I can’t imagine why it would bother him for me to talk to him. I was just telling him how beautiful everything is in here - all the furnishings. And outside - why the garden is just blooming with different kinds of flowers, and the grass is so green. I don’t know why he wouldn’t want to talk about it.

Minkovitchen: Well, Dr. Moorcroft has changed a lot in the past years. Now, he really enjoys his solitude.

Miss Davis: That’s exactly what I mean. Here he is - a lonely old man, and when someone wants to talk, and cheer him up, he tries to keep them quiet. Now me - if I was lonely, I’d find someone right away to talk to. That always makes me feel better.

Minkovitchen: You know, there's a Bible verse that says, "Whoso keepeth his mouth and his tongue keepeth his soul from troubles." What that means is that by not saying everything that comes to your mind, that you can spare yourself a lot of heartache. That’s probably what Mrs. Bailey meant by practicing holding your tongue.

Miss Davis: Oh. She didn’t mean to hold it with my fingers. . .?

Minkovitchen: No - she meant that there are times you should hold back from saying what you’re thinking.

Miss Davis: Oh. I think I see. You're saying that maybe I shouldn't talk so much? I guess it's just natural for me to go on and on.

Minkovitchen: (turning to place mousetrap on floor behind chair) And don’t be too hard on Dr. Moorcroft—he’s been through a difficult time. You see, today is the day his wife died.

Miss Davis: His wife died just today? Why, I didn’t even know that he was married!

Minkovitchen: Not today - but on this day several years ago.

Miss Davis: Oh.

Minkovitchen: I’m not sure how long it’s been - in fact, Dr. Moorcroft doesn’t like to talk about it. They were in an automobile accident, but - well, here I go rattling on. I guess I’d practice what I preach when it comes to holding my tongue!

Miss Davis: Yes, and I should get back to my dusting.

Minkovitchen: (beginning to exit to the kitchen area) Well, think about what I’ve said, and I hope it works out for you here at the Manor.

Miss Davis: Yes, I will, and thank you very much.

Miss Davis: (to herself) And to think that I thought it might be boring living and working here at the Manor!

Minkovitchen: My condolences on the anniversary of your wife’s death, Dr. Moorcroft.

Minkovitchen: Dr. Moorcroft?

Dr. Moorcroft: (slightly startled, and looking up) Oh. Minkovitchen, I didn’t realize that you were there.

Minkovitchen: My condolences on the anniversary of your wife’s death, sir.

Dr. Moorcroft: Thank you. (slight pause) This is a hard day for me - every year.

Minkovitchen: Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. (begins to pour a cup of tea, and add sugar cubes.)

Dr. Moorcroft: I was just thinking about it all again.

Minkovitchen: Here - why don't you have some tea? (hands cup to MOORCROFT) I’m sure it’s hard to forget about, yet painful to remember.

Dr. Moorcroft: (still somewhat lost in his thought - takes cup, but doesn’t drink from it.) Yes, the memory is still so painful. (lengthy pause) It was ten years ago, today that Clara died.

Minkovitchen: Ten years? I didn’t realize - oh, yes - it would be, with the Ti- (quickly cuts himself short)

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, it’s been ten years since the Titanic sank and ten years since Levi’s death. Clara was so distraught. It was so hard for her - losing a brother, and so suddenly. (continues to hold cup without drinking from it)

Minkovitchen: I can only imagine.

Dr. Moorcroft: Those first few days we hardly ate, or slept. We just couldn’t. We kept thinking that soon, someone would wake us from this awful dream - we just -- (overcome with emotion)

Minkovitchen: If you’d rather not talk about it, sir -

Dr. Moorcroft: I don’t normally like to talk about that time. But, today I feel like I must. (looking up at Jennings, then gesturing to the other chair.) Do sit down, -if you don’t mind.

Minkovitchen: No, sir. If it helps to talk about it, that’s fine. (sits in opposite chair.)

Dr. Moorcroft: (after another thoughtful pause) When we first heard that the Titanic had gone down - we couldn’t believe it. We had heard so many conflicting reports - we just hoped. (pause again) Then we heard that the survivors had arrived on the Carpathia. As hard as it was to believe, we had to.

Minkovitchen: Yes, most everyone thought the Titanic was unsinkable.

Dr. Moorcroft: And somehow, most everyone thinks that his family members are immortal. We had heard that many from first class had been saved. We just felt that Levi had to be one of them. Then the lists of survivors began to come in. Each time, we felt his name would surely be on the new list. (pause) It never was.

Minkovitchen: Yes, I see.

Dr. Moorcroft: When the bodies were first brought in, we checked the lists for names and descriptions. With each day that his body wasn’t found, the pain seemed to increase. (pause) Somehow, we just couldn’t give up hope. Clara just didn’t want to believe it could be true - and I wanted to protect her from the pain.

Minkovitchen: That was a very natural thing to do, sir.

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, I suppose. (taking an occasional sip of his tea now) When word came that his body had been finally recovered, Clara was almost beside herself. She wanted desperately to go to Halifax. She didn’t want to wait even another night. But what was the hurry? (almost bitterly at this point) Was there anything that we could do for him at that point?

Minkovitchen: But, still -

Dr. Moorcroft: Still. Clara still wanted to leave quickly. I should have known better. I should have made her wait for the morning train. (pause) But I was so proud of my Stanley Steamer. And it didn’t take her long to talk me into driving there. Automobiles were still somewhat of a rich man’s toy then. And roads were still built with carriages in mind. (pause) I was driving too fast - as fast as I could push the old Steamer into going. And then, it started raining. It rained and rained. (pause) The lightning was blinding, and the roads were - I just couldn’t -- And we hit -- (overcome with emotion)

Minkovitchen: (finishing for him) The tree.

Dr. Moorcroft: (nodding, and gaining his composure) I blamed myself. (pause) I still do.

Minkovitchen: But I’m sure you -

Dr. Moorcroft: (cutting him off) Oh yes, I tell myself - I was just trying to help Clara. But I should have known better. I let my pride for my automobile get in the way of my better judgment. (pause) And no one understood. How could they? I never told them that it was my fault. My fault. And now no one cares.

Minkovitchen: You know I care - and your other friends from church.

Dr. Moorcroft: Church. You know that I haven’t been in years. I guess I just quit going. I had lost my wife and a brother-in-law in just a few weeks, and the guilt that I was feeling - and no one could really understand. (pause) I guess I just got where I thought it didn’t matter if I went. Now I just feel so far from God. So far from everyone. (pause) And the boys….

Minkovitchen: What do you hear from them?

Dr. Moorcroft: Very little.

Minkovitchen: I’m sorry to hear that.

Dr. Moorcroft: Well, I guess it’s just natural. After the accident, I was so overcome by all of the grief - William and Thomas were rather left to themselves. (pause) At least I could afford the hired help - any attention and training they received was from Miss Marty.

Minkovitchen: (smiling at the memory of Miss Marty) Miss Marty. How the boys loved her!

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, and they came home from time to time at first. At least until she left.

Minkovitchen: (thoughtfully) They did come back often those first couple of years.

Dr. Moorcroft: It will be five years this July - That was the last time they were both home. Now, this house just seems so empty and cold.

Minkovitchen: (looking around ) This room is cozy enough.

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, that’s why I use it for so much. Goodness - we haven’t used the formal dining room in years. But it reminds me too much of Clara. It's just too painful. Though now I don’t even have any reason to use it.

Dr. Moorcroft: (thoughtful pause) Well, I’m just not normally one to share all of my thoughts and feelings like this. I’m not sure what’s gotten into me this morning. I feel like I’ve rambled and rambled. I’m sorry - I’ve probably kept you from your work.

Minkovitchen: Oh, that’s fine, sir.

Dr. Moorcroft: (shaking head) I’m starting to sound like that new maid Mrs. Bailey hired. (sets teacup on tray)

Dr. Moorcroft: She hasn’t helped things any. What I really need today is some peace and quiet -

Sound cue: a large item is heard dropping from the kitchen area, followed by DAVIS’s shriek.

Minkovitchen: We seem to have a mouse in the manor again. Evidently, he has made his presence known in the kitchen.

Mrs. Bailey: It sounds like Miss Davis has found the mouse.

Dr. Moorcroft: (alarmed) You’re not going to try to kill it with that?

Davis: No, I found this in the hallway - (to Minkovitchen) Where it does not belong. (hands wrench to MINKOVITCHEN and turns to Dr. Moorcroft) Excuse me - I'll see if I can get the new maid to calm down. (exits to kitchen area)

Minkovitchen: (setting the wrench down) I’m sorry it’s been such a hectic day, today, sir. You know that as hard as this is that the Lord still cares for you and is working things out for your good?

Dr. Moorcroft: I used to believe that…

Minkovitchen: If you don't mind me saying so, God hasn't changed. (pause) The circumstances have - but God hasn't. You still believe in Christ's suffering for our sins, and His resurrection?

Dr. Moorcroft: Well, yes, of course.

Minkovitchen: Well, the resurrection proves God's power over every situation.

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, I guess that's true.

Minkovitchen: And Christ's willingness to suffer in our place proves His love.

Dr. Moorcroft: Hm, that is something to think about. (puts book on table, and stands) Very well. I think that maybe I’ll just take a little walk. Surely, it’s quieter outside, and the exercise might do me good as well.

Minkovitchen: (also stands) Very good. (with sudden thought) Oh - do be sure and take along your umbrella. Jennings mentioned that it looks like rain.

Dr. Moorcroft: Rain! The last thing I need today is a thunderstorm! (exits to main entrance while Minkovitchen stands and picks up the wrench)

Minkovitchen: (looking up and smiling) Surely you’re not letting a little mouse run you out of the kitchen?

Mrs. Bailey: A mouse, bah! Miss Davis is in there, and I can’t concentrate on these menus! (suddenly notices a picture, or something akilter, and moves to straighten it. On her way back to the table, she adjusts another thing or two.)

Mrs. Bailey: How is Dr. Moorcroft doing today?

Minkovitchen: It’s been a hard day for him so far - and all these distractions don’t help.

Mrs. Bailey: Yes, the new maid finds it difficult to keep quiet.

Minkovitchen: And today, of all days, we would be nice to have things quiet here at the Manor.

Mrs. Bailey: Yes, I can't imagine how it could be any worse.

Minkovitchen: Actually - it looks like it may storm later.

Mrs. Bailey: Oh dear. Poor Dr. Moorcroft.

Minkovitchen: I think we’d better see if we can get things under control again before Dr. Moorcroft returns. (both quickly exit to kitchen area)

Jennings: Very well, sir.

Sound cue: A muffled banging comes from the bedroom area.

Dr. Moorcroft: Oh, and would you also check on how Minkovitchen is doing on the plumbing work?

Mrs. Bailey: Here is your mail, sir. Big envelopes on bottom, smaller ones on top - just like you like them, sir.

Dr. Moorcroft: Just like you like them.

Mrs. Bailey: Well, really. I just - (is distracted from her consternation by catching something else that needs straightening.)

Sound cue: More banging from bedroom area

Dr. Moorcroft: Bills, bills, - charity request. Hmph. (sets envelopes down on table.)

Mrs. Bailey: (looking out window as she straightens a curtain) It’s a good thing you took your walk earlier, Dr. Moorcroft. It’s really pouring out there. It looks like we could be in for a real storm.

Dr. Moorcroft: (suddenly standing, and tossing mail on table) How can everything go wrong today? (shaking his head, he exits to bedroom area.)

Sound cue: doorbell

Mrs. Bailey: My goodness. I wonder who that could be? Who ever would be out in a storm like this? (shaking head) Why, this weather isn’t fit for man or beast. (looking around) Hm. Where is Miss Davis when she's supposed to be here? (exits to kitchen area in search of her)

Sound cue: after a slight pause doorbell rings again

Miss Davis: (entering from bedroom area, she is obviously flustered) Oh! It’s my job to get the door when Robert isn’t around. I mean - it’s my job to get the door when Mr. Minkovitchen - no, that's not it - he's the handyman --- Jennings! That's his name! I'm to answer the door when Mr. Jennings isn’t around. (looking around, shrugs shoulders) I guess he's not close by.(heads to exit for main entrance)

Dr. Moorcroft: That’s odd - I thought I heard the doorbell. (noticing envelopes are still on the table) Oh dear. I’d better take these into the office. (exits back to bedroom area)

Sound cue: thunder

Miss Davis: (still flustered) Oh, I’m so sorry - just -uh, just wait right here. I’ll go get Rob - uh, Mr. - uh, Mr. Jennings. Just wait right here. (exits to bedroom area but comes back right away.) Oh - I'll be right back. (exits to bedroom area again.)

Jessica: (as she turns around to observe everything in the room) It’s incredible. Everything is just so beautiful. Have you ever seen such drapes?

Mrs. Robins: (is extremely weak and speaks haltingly) No, they are lovely.

Mr. Robins: (pulling out a chair from the table) I think you'd better sit down.

Mrs. Robins: Do you think they'll mind?

Mr. Robins: I'm sure they'd mind this less than coming in to find you having fainted on the floor.

Stanley: That was hard for Mother to walk in the rain and mud.

Mrs. Robins: Yes, I am rather tired, now. I'm just glad that we went into the ditch close to this house.

Stanley: Why do you think God allowed us to go in the ditch?

Mr. Robins: Well, although we don't know what it is, God has promised us that He works all things together for good for those who love Him. So, we know that He has a greater purpose in mind -- even when we can't understand it.

Jessica: And look at this chair! (other furnishing can be substituted. Lines should reflect the prop.) Why, I'm sure the furniture in this room alone must be worth thousands of dollars!

Stanley: (suddenly distracted from his mother's tiredness) And did you see the staircase in the foyer? I'd love to slide down that!

Mr. Robins: Stanley, don't even think about it!

Jessica: It must be grand to live in a place like this. (still taking it all in)

Mrs. Robins: It's very nice, but you must remember that material things don't bring lasting joy.

Jessica: Oh, I know Mother. But I do think I could be more joyful living here, than in our house. Besides - I bet they even have someone to cook and do the dishes for them!

Stanley: I wonder what kind of food they eat. I bet they get to eat chicken or ham at almost every meal!

Mr. Robins: Well, now let's not be envious over what others have. Instead, we should be thankful that we weren't hurt when the auto went off the road, and that there was a place close by to walk to. The Lord was certainly looking at for us even in the midst of our accident.

Stanley: I'd say! If you're going to slip off the road, I can't think of a better place for it to happen!

Jessica: Me, either!

Sound cue: thunder

Jennings: (to Mr. Robins) Hello. Welcome to Moorcroft Manor - though I'm sorry that it's under such circumstances.

Mr. Robins: (stretches out arm to shake hands) I'm very glad to meet you Mr. Moorcroft - I'm Jeffrey Robins, and this is my wife, Marie, and these are Jessica and Stanley - our children.

Jennings: And I'm Mr. Jennings - Dr. Moorcroft's butler. Miss Davis tells me that you've had the misfortune of sliding into the ditch with your auto.

Mr. Robins: I'm afraid that's right. We were hoping to make it to Buffalo before the rain set in. I guess these roads don't travel well once they're wet.

Jennings: No, they don't. I take it that you're not from around here, then?

Mr. Robins: No. We we're from south of here, and were traveling to see Marie's sister in Buffalo. We wanted to go visit her yet while -- (looks significantly to Mrs. Robins) Well, the rain took us by surprise, and we've had a short delay. Is there someone in town that we can call to help us?

Jennings: Oh, I'm afraid that until the rain stops so the water can at least run off, there's not much anyone can do. Maybe the rain will stop shortly. But until then, I'm afraid that you'll have to stay here.

Jennings: Let me take your coats. (all hand them to Jennings) We'll see if we can get them dried up a bit. And I'll see if we can do something with your shoes as well. Miss Davis, will you please show our guests to the north suite to freshen up?

Miss Davis: Oh, I'm so sorry for your trouble. But why don't you come with me, and I'll show you where to go. The north suite is on the north side of the manor. (begins leading them through exit to bedroom area, continuing talking as she goes) So you say you have a sister that lives in Buffalo? Why, I have a brother who lives there as well. I've only been there once, but it's a lovely city. (etc.)

Mrs. Bailey: What was that all about?

Jennings: A family from south of here was traveling out in the storm. They slipped their automobile into the ditch, and had to walk here in the rain.

Mrs. Bailey: Dr. Moorcroft won't like that.

Jennings: He won't like having them here, nor the fact of why they are here. But I could hardly turn them away.

Mrs. Bailey: Oh, no. You did the right thing, I just wish we didn't have to tell Dr. Moorcroft.

Jennings: We could only keep it from him for so long, and then when he found out, it would only make matters worse. But I want to be the one to tell him, so that I can break it to him gently.

Sound cue: thunder

Mrs. Bailey: Most likely you're right. Do you know where Minkovitchen is? Our mouse was in the kitchen again.

Jennings: I'll go tell him. I think he was about finished working on the bathtub. (starts to go, then stops) Oh, and Mrs. Bailey, unless the rain lets up soon, when you see Miss Fritchie, you had better tell her to plan on four extra for dinner.

Jennings: Oh, Peter. There you are. Mrs. Bailey tells us that the mouse has returned to the kitchen.

Sound cue: thunder

Minkovitchen: Well, I got the bathtub fixed, but that mouse is another story. Still, we'll get him in the end.

Jennings: And we've had a family become stranded here when their automobile slipped in the ditch. (etc.)

Dr. Moorcroft: Is this whole house going mad? (shaking his head) And just what was all of the commotion down at the north wing?

Dr. Moorcroft: Miss Davis, just what is going on in the north wing? Not even you could make that much noise by yourself!

Miss Davis: Oh, no - I don't think I could make that much noise by myself. I'm just one person.

Dr. Moorcroft: (becoming impatient) If it wasn't you, then who was it?

Miss Davis: Oh -that was just the Robins -

Dr. Moorcroft: The robins? It's not bad enough that we have a mouse loose in the house, now we have robins?

Miss Davis: (reassuringly) Oh, no - it's nothing like that! Who would let birds in a house?

Dr. Moorcroft: Today, nothing would surprise me.

Miss Davis: No, it's just a family - their name is Robins.

Dr. Moorcroft: A family?

Miss Davis: You know what a family is - a father, mother, children -

Dr. Moorcroft: (interrupting) Yes, I know what a family is. What are they doing here?

Miss Davis: They were on their way to Buffalo. Marie's sister lives there. My brother lives there, too. It's such a lovely city, I've been there once - (looks up to Dr. Moorcroft who is glaring) Oh, yes. I'm supposed to talk less. I've been working on holding my tongue all day. Well, not holding it with my fingers, but trying to watch so I don't talk so--(suddenly realizing that she is still talking too much, stops mid-sentence and puts her hand to her mouth)

Dr. Moorcroft: And the family?

Miss Davis: You want me to tell you about them?

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, when I ask you a question, I expect you to answer.

Miss Davis: (hesitantly) Well, there's the husband. I didn't learn much about him, and then there's his wife - she's kind of sickly, but I don't know why, and then there are the children, Jessica and Stanley. . .

Dr. Moorcroft: That's fine. But why are they here?

Miss Davis: (somewhat defensively) Well, we couldn't hardly leave them out in the rain, sir.

Dr. Moorcroft: But why were they out in the rain?

Miss Davis: Well, like I said, they were on their way to Buffalo, to see her sister. And then it started raining, and you know how these roads are when they're wet, and they slipped off the road. And so they walked here, since we were the closest place. Actually, there's really no other place -- But they were sure glad that no one was hurt -

Miss Davis: Oh dear. I was talking too much again.

Mrs. Bailey: Will you ever learn?

Miss Davis: Oh, I'm sorry, I, uh-- (quickly exits to the kitchen area as Mrs. Bailey shakes her head in frustration while continuing her search.

Sound cue: thunder

Jennings: Oh, Mrs. Bailey, there you are. Is Dr. Moorcroft still in his bedroom?

Mrs. Bailey: I think that's where he just went.

Jennings: Just went? Was he here?

Mrs. Bailey: Yes, but -

Jennings: Oh dear. You didn't tell him about the Robins' misadventure?

Mrs. Bailey: No -

Jennings: (relieved) Oh good.

Mrs. Bailey: Miss Davis did.

Jennings: Why her? I wanted to tell him myself. Well, I suppose the damage has been done. (turning to bedroom area) I guess I should go-

Dr. Moorcroft: Very good, Jennings - there you are.

Jennings: Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

Dr. Moorcroft: I have been informed that there is a family stranded here at the Manor.

Jennings: Yes, sir. That is correct.

Dr. Moorcroft: I am assuming that they will have to remain here during the dinner hour?

Jennings: Yes, sir, I'm afraid so. The rain hasn't let up much yet.

Dr. Moorcroft: Very well, then. I would like my dinner served in my room this evening.

Jennings: Very well, sir. And the Robins?

Dr. Moorcroft: Well, I suppose we'll have to serve them something.

Jennings: Yes, but where would you prefer to have them served? Shall I open up the-

Dr. Moorcroft: (interrupting firmly) No. Don't open up the dining room - I couldn't bear the thought of - - (shaking head) No. Not tonight.

Jennings: Then I'll just have them eat here, if that's all right with you, sir.

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, that's fine. (turns and exits again to bedroom area)

Jennings: Very well, sir. (turns and notices BAILEY looking under a chair, then notices that the room is disheveled.) Mrs. Bailey! Whatever are you doing? I am trying to keep this house peaceful today - must you undermine my efforts as well?

Mrs. Bailey: Oh, Mr. Jennings - I left the mail on this table when the doorbell rang and I went to search for Miss Davis. When I came back, it was gone! The family was here and Miss Davis -- Miss Davis! I bet she took the mail. But why would anyone want to steal bills?

Jennings: Today's mail?

Mrs. Bailey: Yes - I had gotten it for Dr. Moorcroft, and he left it on the table - and so I was going to take care of it since I thought he had forgotten it.

Jennings: Well, evidently he hadn't, because I saw him carrying it into his office just before Miss Davis came to tell me about the Robins.

Mrs. Bailey: (relieved) Oh, I so glad! I just --

Jennings: Never mind. (looking about) But please try to straighten things up a bit. (to himself, shaking his head) I never thought I would say that to her.

Mrs. Bailey: Very well, then, it looks like your shoes are all in proper order now. (motions to table) Miss Davis will see that you are served. Is there anything else you are needing?

Mr. Robins: Oh, no, we've been taken care of quite adequately. Thank you.

Mrs. Bailey: Very well, then. (exits to kitchen, but on her way, stops at table, and moves one of the dishes over ever so slightly.)

Miss Davis: I think you're going to enjoy Miss Fritchie's cooking. Tonight, she's prepared veal and asparagus, and for dessert - lemon sherbet.

Stanley: Dessert!

Miss Davis: (placing bell on table near STANLEY) Very well, I'll leave you to your dinner. If you need me, or when you're ready for your dessert, just ring the bell.

(Mr. and Mrs. ROBINS nod heads, and say thank you. DAVIS exits to kitchen.

Mr. Robins: The Lord has truly provided for us tonight. Jessica, would you please return thanks for us?

All bow heads.

Jessica: Dear Father in Heaven, We thank you so much for sending us to this incredible place . And for all the beautiful things here that we can enjoy --even if it is for a few hours tonight. Thank you for this food that we are about to eat, strengthen our bodies with it, --and we would be even more thankful if You would provide us with food like this more often. Amen.

Mr. Robins: Jessica! Are you forgetting the most important blessings that we have?

Jessica: Father, I know that we have the Lord and His Word. And I am thankful to be brought up in a Christian home. But would it be too much to ask God for a few material blessings as well?

Mrs. Robins: Why, Jessica. We already have so many material things to be thankful for.

Jessica: I suppose. But we were one of the last families I know to purchase an automobile.

Mr. Robins: Why just ten years ago, I wouldn't have even dreamed of ever owning an automobile. Now, here we are driving one on our-

Mrs. Robins: Oh dear.

Mr. Robins: Stanley.

Miss Davis: Yes?

Mr. Robins: I'm truly sorry, Miss Davis. Stanley was playing with the bell and rang it by mistake.

Miss Davis: Oh, that's fine. I've often done things that I didn't mean to. I'm sure we all have at one time or another. So I understand completely. Just ring it again, though, when you're ready for the sherbet.

Jessica: Can you imagine? Someone to come serve you if you need even a little thing!

Stanley: Mother, what's sherbet?

Mrs. Robins: Well, I think it's like ice cream.

Stanley: That sounds good to me!

Jessica: This is just incredible!

Mr. Robins: Jessica, I hope you're not being overly influenced by how things look here. You know that the Bible reminds us that material wealth doesn't bring true joy.

Jessica: I think I could be very joyful living in a place like this!

Mr. Robins: Sometimes the people who have the most wealth are the most miserable.

Stanley: I know - I bet the people who live here are old and grouchy!

Mrs. Robins: Stanley!

Mr. Robins: Just because someone is rich doesn't necessarily mean that they're terribly unhappy.

Jessica: Well, which is it?

Mr. Robins: Which is it, what?

Jessica: First we're to remember that the material blessings aren't what really make us happy, but then you say that they don't make you unhappy either.

Mr. Robins: Well, the Bible does have many warnings about riches. And about our attitudes toward them - whether we have them or not. But it also commands those who are wealthy to be sure and use them for God's honor. God cares about our attitude toward material things much more than whether or not we have them. The problem is that once we have them, it's easy to develop wrong attitudes.

Mrs. Robins: (looking at glass) My - I've drunk my water already. I wonder if -

Stanley: Do you need more? Can I ring the bell?

Jessica: May I.

Stanley: I asked first!

Mrs. Robins: She meant "May I?"

Stanley: You want to ring it, too?

Mr. Robins: No, Stanley, you may ring the bell, but your mother and sister were correcting your grammar.

Stanley: Oh, can I - may I ring it now?

Mr. Robins: Yes, go ahead.

Miss Davis: Yes. How may I serve you?

Mr. Robins: We're sorry to bother you, but Mrs. Robins would like some more water.

Miss Davis: (going over to her side to pick up glass, notices that she has hardly eaten) My, you were thirsty, but you haven't hardly eaten anything. Goodness, you should eat more; you look like you could use a little more nourishment.

Mrs. Robins: Thank you, but really, I can't. (slight pause) It's doctor's orders. Thank you so very much, though.

Miss Davis: Doctor's orders? Why anyone can look at you and see that you need to eat more, not less. My mother always said that a person needs to eat right, and to exercise. And she's never even gone to a doctor in her whole life. And she's healthy, all right.

Mrs. Robins: Well, see. I recently found out that I have this illness -

Miss Davis: Oh, I'm sorry. (pause) I hope it's not serious.

Mrs. Robins: Well, actually, it -

Mr. Robins: (cutting in) The doctors don't know a lot about it.

Stanley: But it does make her thirsty!

Miss Davis: Well, it looks like you're all about ready for your sherbet - I'll bring it right out with some more water. (exits to kitchen)

Stanley: Hm, I wonder what it's like -

Jessica: I'm sure it will be good.

Jennings: Mr. and Mrs. Robins -

Mr. & Mrs. Robins: Yes?

Jennings: We've discussed your situation, and quite frankly, the rain doesn't look like it's going to let up. It would be useless to attempt to pull your auto back on the road until it does. I think you're going to have to plan to spend the night here.

Stanley: (quietly) Goodie. (MR. ROBIN quickly signals for him to be quiet.)

Mr. Robins: But, really, we don't want to be such a trouble.

Jennings: I'm not sure you have any other option than to stay, so we'll make the rooms ready for you on the north wing.

Mrs. Robins: Oh, are you sure?

Jennings: Yes. Quite.

Mr. Robins: Yes, as much as we hate putting you out, there most likely is no way that we can get the Roadster going again until the rain lets up.

Jennings: Very well then. (exits to kitchen area)

Miss Davis: Here we are - lemon sherbet. Ice cold.

Mrs. Robins: Oh, thank you, but really, I can't --

Stanley: Then can I have yours?

Mrs. Robins: Stanley - really.

Miss Davis: Somehow I thought you might not eat it, and that Stanley just might want it.

Mr. Robins: This is good.

Jessica: Yes, it is!

Mrs. Robins: Stanley, what do you think?

Miss Davis: It is delicious, isn't it? You know - this is my first day working here, and I just love it. The food is fantastic. And aren't the rooms just beautiful? Have you ever seen such woodworking?

Jessica: I think it's wonderful here. I'm so glad we have to - get to - stay the night.

Miss Davis: The only thing that I haven't enjoyed here is the fact that Mrs. Bailey and Mr. Jennings think I talk too much. I really didn't think that I'm all so talkative. I just can't imagine why anyone-

Mrs. Bailey: I'm going to go prepare the north suite right now. As soon as you finish, you're welcome to come on back.

Mr. Robins: Thank you so much. Everyone has been most hospitable.

Mrs. Robins: Oh, yes, thank you.

Stanley: Yes.

Jessica: Oh, yes. Thank you.

Miss Davis: I don't want to rush you, but I'm needed back in the kitchen. Mrs. Fritchie doesn't like to be kept waiting, I've found out. But if you need anything, just ring the bell again. And when you've finished, feel free to go to your rooms. And if you need anything there, I'm sure Mrs. Bailey will still be there to help you.

Mr. Robins: Yes, thank you so much.

Mrs. Robins: Yes, thank you indeed.

Jessica and Stanley: Yes, thank you, etc.

Stanley: This is just great!

Jessica: Yes.

Mr. Robins: Well dear, if you're finished, we should probably head to our rooms. It's been a big day, and you're most likely exhausted from all the activity.

Jessica: May I be excused, then?

Stanley: May I?

Mr. Robins: Yes, you may look around the room - but don't touch anything.

Mrs. Robins: (soberly) Oh, Jeffrey - I'm so scared.

Mr. Robins: Of dying?

Mrs. Robins: Oh - no. I'm really prepared to meet the Lord. I have that assurance. But it worries me to think of you and the children - alone.

Mr. Robins: The Lord will give us strength -- one day at a time.

Mrs. Robins: I know He will, but -

Mr. Robins: Marie, as difficult as it is to understand, God has allowed this illness for a reason. He will give us the grace along with the trial.

Mrs. Robins: Yes, I must trust Him more.

Mr. Robins: Yes, we must. But right now, we should get you to bed so that you can rest. (he rises, and helps Mrs. Robins rise as well.)

Stanley: (noticing his parents rising) Oh - do we have to go to bed now?

Mr. Robins: Well, maybe not to bed, but I think it's best if we go to our rooms for the night.

Jessica: All right. (rising)

Stanley: (also rising) Ah, do we have to?

Mr. Robins: Come along, son.

Dr. Moorcroft: Oh!

Mr. Robins: I'm sorry, are we in the way, here? We were just heading to our rooms.

Dr. Moorcroft: (regaining composure, but sounding somewhat stern and very abrupt) It's just that - that, well - Well, never you mind.

Mrs. Robins: We're sorry to be a bother - and we do thank you for your hospitality. We were just on our way to the rooms, so if you'll excuse us, hopefully we won't be any more trouble.

Mr. Robins: Yes, thank you again so much for your hospitality.

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, yes. (exits to kitchen)

Mr. Robins: Let's see if we can make it back to our rooms.

Jessica: This manor is so big, you could about get lost in it.

Mrs. Robins: I'm just so thankful that Dr. Moorcroft is kind enough to let us stay - I'm really very tired.

Stanley: He sure seemed like a grouchy old man to me!

Mrs. Robins: Stanley!

Mr. Robins: Stanley, that will be enough!

Jessica: If I lived here, I would certainly be more joyful than that. I would think he should be one of the happiest people on earth.

Mr. Robins: We can talk more about that later. Right now, we'd best get to our rooms. (hurries to guide family to their rooms)

Dr. Moorcroft: Oh. Why can't I sleep? After ten years, why is it still so painful? And of all nights - why should that family should be stranded here tonight! And why must the wife remind me so much of my own Clara? My father used to tell me that God was controlling every event in our lives. But I just don't feel close to God anymore. Oh, Lord, what am I supposed to do? I know I should start reading Your Word, and attending church again - but right now I just wish that I could sleep. (slight pause) I know - maybe some warm milk will help.

Stanley: (looking around room) How am I supposed to sleep in a big, incredible house like this? It's just too exciting! I still can't believe it's real. (goes and sits in other chair) Even these chairs are so soft and - (stops suddenly as MOORCROFT enters from the kitchen area with cup and saucer)

Dr. Moorcroft: (also surprised to see Stanley) Oh -

Stanley: (nervously) Oh - I'm sorry --(getting up to leave) I - uh - I didn't mean to bother you - I'll leave now -- I - I just couldn't sleep.

Dr. Moorcroft: Neither could I - I was remembering things that made it difficult to -- Well, tell me now- why couldn't you sleep?

Stanley: Oh - it's just too exciting, sir.

Dr. Moorcroft: Too exciting?

Stanley: Oh yes, sir! Being in this house and all. I've never been in a house like this before. And getting to stay for dinner, and to spend the whole night! I sure don't want to waste any of my time sleeping! (then remembering that he is a guest) But - I didn't know you were in here. I'll go back to my room now. (turns to leave)

Dr. Moorcroft: (sighing) You might as well stay. (sits in chair and gestures to the other chair) Say, I've lost interest in this milk - would you care for it? (offers cup to Stanley)

Stanley: Sure! I mean - that is if you're sure you don't want it. (takes cup)

Dr. Moorcroft: (gesturing around room) I'm sure this all might be a little overwhelming if you didn't grow up with it.

Stanley: You mean you lived here when you were a boy?

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, I did. (thoughtfully) That seems a long time ago, though.

Stanley: And was Miss Davis the maid then, too?

Dr. Moorcroft: (smiling) Oh, no. I'm afraid today was her first day.

Stanley: Oh yes, that's right, she told us that.

Dr. Moorcroft: In fact, she wouldn't have even been born then. But we did have a governess for my two sons, William and Thomas.

Stanley: You have two boys? Can I - may I play with them in the morning?

Dr. Moorcroft: (smiling again) I'm afraid not.

Stanley: (disappointed) oh -

Dr. Moorcroft: You see, they've grown up and moved away. (saddens slightly at the memory) Actually, I haven't seen them for awhile - they haven't come home to visit, and I -

Stanley: You mean they don't want to come back here? Why would your sons not want to come back to this wonderful house?

Dr. Moorcroft: Well, it's a long story, but we've just grown apart over the years.

Stanley: (thoughtfully) You know, Dr. Moorcroft, I was wrong about you.

Dr. Moorcroft: Wrong? How so?

Stanley: Well, I thought that all rich people had to be grouchy. But you don't seem grouchy now.

Dr. Moorcroft: Thank you, I guess.

Stanley: Now, you just seem sad. (Dr. Moorcroft nods, smiling) But why were you so gruff when we met you right after dinner?

Dr. Moorcroft: Gruff? Oh. When I first came in and saw you? Well, it was because your mother reminded me so much of my late wife - and I guess I was rather abrupt.

Stanley: Your late wife? My mother is never late. And she doesn't like it when we are either!

Dr. Moorcroft: No, I don’t mean late as not being on time, but my wife is deceased - (STANLEY still doesn't understand) You see, my wife died several years ago.

Stanley: Oh, I guess that's what made you so sad.

Dr. Moorcroft: Yes, it is-

Dr. Moorcroft: Oh, we've seemed to have acquired a pet mouse yesterday.

Stanley: Really? You must be rich. Mother complains whenever we have a mouse in the house. She says they get into the food, and that we can't afford the waste!

Dr. Moorcroft: (smiles) You must love your parents a lot.

Stanley: Oh yes! And Father is always teaching us about the Bible. He says that it's not wrong to be rich, but just that if you have lots of money, that you shouldn't trust in it, but still trust God instead. Father reads to us from the Bible every day. He told us that God has promised that He's working everything together for our good - even us getting stuck here for the night. He tells us a lot about the Bible, and he also takes us to church. Do you go to church, Dr. Moorcroft?

Dr. Moorcroft: I used to.

Stanley: Our family goes every Sunday! Well, except for Mother. Sometimes lately, she's been too tired to go. But before she got sick, we all went.

Dr. Moorcroft: Your mother was ill?

Stanley: Yes. And she still is. She has some disease. I don't remember the name of it though.

Dr. Moorcroft: Has she had it awhile?

Stanley: Oh, since about Christmas, I think.

Dr. Moorcroft: Has she been to a doctor?

Stanley: A few times. I don't think they've helped her much.

Dr. Moorcroft: Really?

Stanley: No, first they told her to eat oatmeal, but that didn't make her feel any better.

Dr. Moorcroft: (more curiously than surprised) Oatmeal?

Stanley: Yes, but she didn't do that for too long. Then the doctor told her to not eat very much at all. Well, she does eat some, but not much. I don't think that's helped either. Besides, I'd sure get hungry. (slight pause) You know, sometimes it kind of scares me to see her look so sick. (slight yawn)

Dr. Moorcroft: Tell me, Stanley, is your mother often thirsty?

Stanley: (incredulous) How did you know? She's always thirsty.

Dr. Moorcroft: (showing slight excitement) I think I know what she has - Have your parents told you more about her illness?

Stanley: Oh, they say that the doctors don't know very much. . .

Dr. Moorcroft: (concerned) Is that all?

Stanley: Yes, that's about all.

Dr. Moorcroft: Well, that's all for the better.

Dr. Moorcroft: Oh dear - here we are visiting and keeping you up all night. Do you think you could sleep now, if you go back to bed?

Stanley: Yes, I think maybe I could. But I still don't want to. You have such a nice place to live, Dr. Moorcroft.

Dr. Moorcroft: Well, thank you very much, Stanley. But I think it's off to bed for you.

Stanley: (yawning and standing) All right. Thank you for the milk. And for letting us stay here. I'm really glad that we got stranded here. (exits to bedroom area)

Dr. Moorcroft: (softly) So am I. So am I. (after a somewhat-lengthly pause, slaps leg) Why - I'll call Dr. Banting right now! (goes to telephone, picks up address book, and begins thumbing through it) There we are - Banting, Frederick Banting. (begins to pick up mouthpiece - but stops suddenly) What am I thinking? It's two o'clock in the morning!