WALLACE (goes to door). Dad! (He leaves door open and turns to his mother.) I'll be getting my things together. (There is a pause. WHITE enters.) Dad, mother has something to ask you. (He looks from father to mother.) Thanks, little mother.
(He kisses her and goes out, taking the valise. His father and mother stand facing each other.)
HILDA. Wallace has volunteered. (He looks at her keenly.) He has lied about his age. He wants us to let him go.
WHITE. Volunteered?
HILDA. Yes; he leaves to-night.
WHITE (after a pause). And what have you told him?
HILDA. That he must go.
WHITE. You can say that?
HILDA. It is the way he sees it.
WHITE (going to her sympathetically). Hilda.