"To heaven he turns his glances bold
Whence gaze the hero sires of old:
The Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!"…
Well, an' now that I has a little feller like that I ain't half so keen on sendin' him to the war to be food for powder.
[He retires with the child behind the partition.
MRS. JOHN
[Still staring at the ceiling.] Paul, Paul! Seems as if all that was a hundred years ago!
JOHN
[Reappears from behind the partition without the child.] Not as long ago as all that.
MRS. JOHN
Look here, what d'you think? How would it be if you was to take me an' the child an' go to America?