War Brides: A Play in One Act

by Marion Craig Wentworth

Amelia:

Franz, too.

HEDWIG: Franz? AMELIA: Franz, too.

[Hedwig lies prostrate on the floor. Their grief is very silent; terrible because it is so dumb and stoical. The Mother is the first to rouse herself. She bends over Hedwig.]

Mother:

Hedwig. [Hedwig sobs convulsively.] Don't, child. Be careful for the little one's sake. [Hedwig sits up.] For your child be quiet, be brave.

Hedwig:

I loved him so, Mother!