Jerry goes out into the rain, Charlotte sits down and bows her head upon the table.
Again there are steps on the porch. This time it is Dada, who comes in, closing a dripping umbrella.
Dada [as one who has passed through a great crisis]. I borrowed an umbrella from a man at the library.
Charlotte [in a muffled voice]. Jerry’s coming back.
Dada. Is he? A man at the library was kind enough to lend me his umbrella. [He goes over to the bookcase and begins an unsuccessful search for the Scriptures. Plaintively]. Some one has hidden my Bible.
Charlotte. In the second shelf.
He finds it. As he pulls it from its place, several other books come with it and tumble to the floor. After a glance at Charlotte, he kicks them under the bookcase. Then, with his Bible under his arm, he starts for the stairs, but is attracted by something bright on the first stair, and attempts, unsuccessfully, to pick it up.
Dada. Hello, here’s a nail that looks like a ten-cent piece.
He goes up-stairs. When he is half-way up, there is a sound as if he had slipped back a notch, then silence.