Reading Segment #8

[As one turning from serious things to little pleasantries.] Well, ladies, have you decided whether she was going to quilt it or knot it?

MRS. PETERS

We think she was going to -- knot it.

COUNTY ATTORNEY

Well, that's interesting, I'm sure. [Seeing the birdcage.]
Has the bird flown?

MRS. HALE

[Putting more quilt pieces over the box.]
We think the -- cat got it.

COUNTY ATTORNEY

[Preoccupied.] Is there a cat? [MRS. HALE glances in a quick covert way at MRS. PETERS.]

MRS. PETERS

Well, not now. They're superstitious, you know. They leave.

COUNTY ATTORNEY

[To SHERIFF PETERS, continuing an interrupted conversation.]
No sign at all of anyone having come from the outside. Their own rope. Now let's go up again and go over it piece by piece.
[They start upstairs.]
It would have to have been someone who knew just the --
[MRS. PETERS sits down. The two women sit there not looking at one another, but as if peering into something and at the same time holding back. When they talk now it is in the manner of feeling their way over strange ground, as if afraid of what they a re saying, but as if they can not help saying it.]
 
 

MRS. HALE

She liked the bird. She was going to bury it in that pretty box.

MRS. PETERS

[In a whisper.]
When I was a girl -- my kitten -- there was a boy took a hatchet, and before my eyes -- and before I could get there -- [Covers her face an instant.]
If they hadn't held me back I would have -- [Catches herself, looks upstairs where steps are heard, falters weakly]
-- hurt him.

MRS. HALE

[With a slow look around her.]
I wonder how it would seem never to have had any children around. [Pause.]
No, Wright wouldn't like the bird -- a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too.

MRS. PETERS

[Moving uneasily.]
We don't know who killed the bird.
 

MRS. HALE

I knew John Wright.