Mary. You would? And what would you be a sparrow for?
Eva. ’Cause my mamma said not a sparrow falls to the ground.
(The girls look at each other.)
Debbie (softly). Isn’t she cunning?
Mary and Dora (softly). I think she’s just as cunning as she can be.
Joe. Fred hasn’t said what he’d be yet.
Fred. Eagle. He’s the grandest of all. He can fly right in the face of the sun.
Johnny. Eagles can beat every other bird.
Joe. Of course, Fred wouldn’t be any thing short of an eagle.
Fred. No: nor any thing short of the American eagle.