A Girl. Come on, teacher's tired; we must go back.
[They start off (Left).
Baby Girl. Me tired, too. (Runs to Charlotte; holds up arms). Please?
Char. (lifts her). And when we get back, teacher will tell a story.
A Boy. Come on, come on; it's going to be a story.
[They all start off, followed by Charlotte carrying the little
girl. As she is nearly off, enter Winthrop (Right). He is
very changed and seems much older than before. His step
is less alert, as he walks slowly, his arms folded on his
breast. He looks up, sees Charlotte, and starts as though
to withdraw.
The Baby. Dare's a pine cone--wants it.
[Charlotte puts her down; she gets cone; then Charlotte lifts
her again, and slowly exit (Left).
Winth. (gazing longingly after her). And they have come to
that--she teaching for her living! God! when will this end? And the
others--are they, too, working--Mrs. Stuart and Fair? Have they come to
this! If I could only see the old place. I wonder if it has gone to ruin
as all the rest has gone. (He gazes longingly across the river, as
Hopkins has done).
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