Equally fine is Hallie Foote, who usually opts for the comic busybody roles in her father’s plays but here takes on a poor relation with surprisingly quiet dignity. And I'm now of the opinion that Lois Smith can do no wrong.
And yet sometimes even good acting is not enough. “Is that it?’ my friend Mary Anne asked when the lights went out on the final scene. All I could do was nod because, alas, that's all that was there.