's letters all wore out, reading
them, to people. (A pause.) He don't know where George is, does he, Dr.
Jonathan?
DR. JONATHAN. Somewhere in France.
MINNIE. We spotted Bert because he's with the Marines, at that place
where they put a crimp in the Huns the other day when they were going to
walk into Paris.
DR. JONATHAN. Chateau-Thierry.
MINNIE. I'll leave it to you. But say, Dr. Jonathan, things don't look
good to me,--I'm scared we won't get enough of our boys over there
before the deal's closed up. I've got so I don't want to look at a
paper.
(A brief silence.)
I never told you George wrote me a couple of letters, did I?
DR. JONATHAN. No, I'm quite sure you didn't.
MINNIE. I never told nobody. His father and mother would be wild if they
knew it. I didn't answer them--I just sent him two post cards with no
writing on except the address--just pictures.
DR. JONATHAN. Pictures?
MINNIE. One of the Pindar Church and the Other of the Pindar Shops. I
guess he'll understand they were from me, all right. You see, when I ran
away from the Pindar Shops and the Pindar Church--I always connect them
together--I was stuck on George. That's why I ran away.
DR. JONATHAN. I see.
MINNIE. Oh, I never let him know. I don't know why I told you--I had to
tell somebody,--and you won't give me away.
DR. JONATHAN. You may count on me.
MINNIE. He didn't care nothing about me, really. But you can't help
liking George. He's human, all right! If he was boss of the Pindar Shops
there wouldn't be any strike.
(A knock at the door, right.)
I wonder who's butting in now!
(She goes to the door and jerks it open.)
(A man's voice, without.) Good morning, Miss Farrell. Is the doctor
in?
MINNIE. This is his busy day.
DR. JONATHAN (going toward the door). Oh, it's you, Hillman. Come in.
MINNIE. I guess I'll go for the mail.
(With a resigned expression she goes oust right as HILLMAN comes in,
followed by RENCH and FERSEN. They are the strike committee.
HILLMAN is a little man, with red hair and a stiff, bristling red
moustache. He holds himself erect, and walks on the balls of his
feet, quietly. RENCH is tall and thin, with a black moustache,
like a seal's. He has a loud, nasal voice, and an assertive manner.
FERSEN is a blond Swede.)
(DR. JONATHAN puts one or two objects in place on the bench. His
manner is casual but cordial, despite the portentous air of the
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