Sue—Forgot!
Nat—[Starting off.] I’m going, Sue. [Then over his shoulder.] You won’t sail before I come back, Pa? [Bartlett does not answer. Nat stands miserably hesitating.]
Sue—Nat! For heaven’s sake! [Nat hurries off around the corner of the house, rear. Sue comes to her father who is watching her with a queer, humble, hunted expression.]
Bartlett—Well, Sue?
Sue—[Her voice trembling.] Oh, Pa, how can you do such terrible things. How could you drag Ma out of bed at dawn to christen your old boat—when you knew how sick she’s been!
Bartlett—[Avoiding her eyes.] It’s only weakness. She’ll get well o’ it soon.
Sue—Pa! How can you say things like that—as if you didn’t care! [Accusingly.] The way you’ve acted ever since you’ve been home almost, anyone would think—you hated her!
Bartlett—[Wincing.] No!
Sue—Oh, Pa, what is it that has come between you? Can’t you tell me? Can’t I help to set things right again?
Bartlett—[Mumblingly.] Nothin’—nothin’ ye kin help—nor me. Keep clear o’ it, Sue. Danny—ye think o’ him, that’s enough for ye.