Trifles is a very funny story, and very ironic. "Trifles" are insignificant things. And the whole time the men are searching for clues, they think the women are concerned with minutia and such. "Oh, look how cute you ladies are with your quilting. Ha, they're wondering about her bread! How adorable." During these times, and despite the men's search, they find no clues. All the while, the ladies--concerned with these trifles--unravel the entire mystery. Brilliant.
In the end, the women choose to keep their discoveries to themselves. I think this is a poor moral choice--because, in my eyes, they've just become accomplices to murder--but I understand why they did it. They're proud of Mrs. Wright, perhaps even a tad envious. Women of this time period had little to no rights, and were more or less bound to their husband/family. Now, Mrs. Wright is free, and the other women are happy that she was able to free herself; it gives them hope that one day, maybe they can be free as well.
Not a bad little play, I think.
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