WILLIAM. [Speaks.] There's her hat.
WILLIAM and PETER. [Singing.] "Ha! H'm!"
WILLIAM. [Stops singing and claps his hands with boyish delight—staring at the picture.] Annamarie! Annamarie! You're not in bits any more— you're all put together.
By this time, PETER is going up the stairs, and, as he stands in front of CATHERINE'S door, it opens. PETER passes in and CATHERINE comes out.
CATHERINE. [Astonished.] Why, William! What are you doing here?
WILLIAM. Miss Catherine! Come down! Come down! I have something to show you.
CATHERINE. [Not coming down.] No, dear—come upstairs; there's a good boy. You mustn't play down there. Come to bed. [Passes into WILLIAM'S room.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. [Who has entered, and sees WILLIAM..] William!
WILLIAM. Look—look! [Pointing to the picture.] See what old Mr. Grimm brought back with him.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. [Alarmed.] What are you talking about, William? Old
Mr. Grimm is dead.