_Will. (Leans on hands.)_ Oh, dear.

_Peggy._ Tired, Will?

_Will._ I"m getting a beastly headache.

_Peggy._ Will, you know you oughtn"t to work when your stomach has quit like this.

_Will._ Hang my stomach!

_Peggy._ But, dear--

_Will._ Why do authors have to have stomachs? They"re never of any use.

_Peggy._ Listen, Will. You can"t do good work when you"re so tired.

_Will._ I can do good work! You"ll see it"s good. I"ve nearly finished the fourth act now. Come, read it--and forget about my stomach. _(She moves over to him. The Play-play begins to appear.)_ The scene is Dad"s drawing-room again. Jessie is there; she"s worrying about Jack, and Bob is trying to comfort her. _(Full light on Play-play.)_

_Bob._ He"s all right, Jessie. Anybody"d think he"d gone to war!

_Jessie._ He was never away for so long before.

_Bob._ Don"t I seem a fairly healthy specimen, Jessie?

_Jessie._ I suppose so, Bob.

_Bob._ Well, I"ve done what he"s doing. I"ve done it for a year. And I survived.

_Jessie._ But you knew how, Bob.

_Bob._ I didn"t when I started.

_Jessie._ It snowed last night; I lay awake till daybreak worrying about him.

_Bob._ My dear girl, men have got snow on their clothes before this.

_Jessie._ He"s been gone a month!

_Bob._ Listen, Jessie! You know there"s misery and suffering in the world, don"t you?

_Jessie._ Yes, I suppose so.

_Bob._ And could you wish Jack to live all his life in indifference to such things--just idle and play, and spend the wealth that other people produce for him?

_Jessie. (Clenching her hands.)_ Oh, if he"d only come home! _(The telephone rings.)_

_Bob._ I"ll answer it. _(Goes to phone.)_ h.e.l.lo. _(A pause; then exclaims.)_ Why, what"s happened? _(Another pause; he turns to Jessie.)_ It"s Jack!

_Jessie (leaps up.)_ Jack!

_Bob._ Ssh. _(In phone.)_ Yes, what"s that? What"s the matter? Well, I declare! Sure, Jessie"s here. Yes, Dad"s upstairs. No, I won"t tell him. Perhaps he won"t. Hey? In two minutes? All right! Bye-bye!

_(Turns.)_ He"s coming home!

_Jessie._ Bob!

_Bob._ He"s around at the subway station. He"ll be here in two minutes.

_Jessie._ But what"s happened?

_Bob._ He wouldn"t say. Just says he gives up--he"s coming home.

_Jessie._ Thank Heaven! _(A pause.)_ But Bob! What can it mean?

_Bob._ It means he"s lost his wager.

_Jessie._ I don"t care! He"s coming home! Jack! Jack! _(She dances and claps her hands.)_ Oh, I"m so happy! So happy! _(The light begins to rise on the Real-play-enough to reveal Bill getting up from the cot. He looks about guiltily, climbs up to a shelf after a bowl. There is a crash. Instantly the Play-play vanishes.)_

_Will. (Starting.)_ What"s that?

_Peggy. (Leaps up and runs Right.)_ Bill!

_Bill._ Boo-hoo-hoo!

_Peggy._ What"s the matter?

_Bill._ I didn"t go to do it!

_Peggy._ But what--

_Will._ Didn"t you know we were busy?

_Bill._ I-I was hungry!

_Peggy._ Poor Bill! Never mind, dear! _(Clasps him in her arms.)_ There was nothing in the bowl.

_Bill._ I th-thought there might b-b-be.

_Peggy._ Never mind! Poor little fellow! He was hungry!

_Bill._ I couldn"t sleep, Peggy.

_Peggy._ All right, never mind. We won"t scold you. It doesn"t matter about the old bowl--we"ve got nothing to put in it anyway.

Now, don"t cry--you"ll get yourself all excited. _(Sound of singing heard off Right.)_

_Bill._ Oh! There"s the Beggar-kid! _(Runs to window.)_ Say, Peggy!

Can"t I go down and listen to him? I won"t go off the steps, and I won"t talk to anybody.

_Peggy._ You"re sure you feel well enough?

_Bill._ I"ll feel better, Peggy. Please! Please!

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