Mrs. Benson
I don’t see how we would get along here without you, but it’s not fair, and you don’t owe it. I was just thinking the other day about Clarence. He must be about through college by now. There wasn’t a better fellow livin’ than Clarence and he seemed to think so much of you. How’s come you and him don’t write any more? You used to.
Ethel
Yes, we did write till three years ago, when he failed to answer my letter and I never wrote again.
Mrs. Benson
Maybe he didn’t get your letter.
Ethel
I heard through a friend that he did. I thought that if he didn’t want to write, that was his own business. I suppose he found another girl. But mother, it’s hard to forget—I didn’t know I did care so much. But—oh well, it’s too late now. I’m going to stay by you and father, so I should worry.
(Walks across room to desk.)