Baby Girl (tries to throw). Me throw.
Char. Come, children, we must go back now.
Boy. Just a little minute more.
[They throw again.
A Girl. Come on, teacher's tired; we must go back.
[They start off (Left).
Baby Girl. Me tired, too. (Runs to Charlotte; holds up arms). Please?
Char. (lifts her). And when we get back, teacher will tell a story.
A Boy. Come on, come on; it's going to be a story.
[They all start off, followed by Charlotte carrying the little girl. As she is nearly off, enter Winthrop (Right). He is very changed and seems much older than before. His step is less alert, as he walks slowly, his arms folded on his breast. He looks up, sees Charlotte, and starts as though to withdraw.