Ernest
[finishes his tea]
They finally voted the sum of seventeen dollars a month for the widow and no less than two dollars a month extra for each of his children....
Lucy
Is that all?
Ernest
No.... We pestered Congress to death until, a few years ago, they replaced the pension with an annuity of one hundred and twenty-five dollars a month—though some of them said it was a very bad precedent to establish. [Returns cup to Lucy.] No more, thanks, delicious.
[And turns to admire the wide-sweeping view of the farm, hands in pockets.
John
[after a pause]