(PRAG continues to stare at the house, and GEORGE obeys a sudden
impulse.)
Won't you come in, Prag?
PRAG (looking fixedly at the house). No, I stay here.
GEORGE. Come in a while,—don't be unsociable.
(PRAG crosses the lawn and enters, upper right. He surveys the room
curiously, defiantly, and then GEORGE in uniform, as he cones down
the stage.)
You're not working today?
PRAG (with bitter gloom). I lose my job, you don't hear? No, it is nothings to you, and you go away to fight for liberty,—ain't it?
GEORGE. How did you lose your job?
PRAG. The foreman come to me last night and says, “Prag I hear you belong to the union. You gets out.”
GEORGE (after a moment's hesitation). But—there are plenty of other jobs these days. You can go down to the coast and get more than five dollars a day at a shipyard.