DR. JONATHAN. Perhaps he's trying to find out what a Socialist is. Nobody seems to know.
MINNIE. He don't know, anyway. If it hadn't been for you, his shops would have been closed down last winter.
DR. JONATHAN. It looks as if they'd be closed down now, anyway.
MINNIE (concerned, looking up). Is that so? Well, he won't recognize the union—he doesn't know what century he's living in. But he's human, all the same, and he's good to the people he's fond of, like my father,—and he sure loves George. He's got George's letters all wore out, reading them, to people. (A pause.) He don't know where George is, does he, Dr. Jonathan?
DR. JONATHAN. Somewhere in France.
MINNIE. We spotted Bert because he's with the Marines, at that place where they put a crimp in the Huns the other day when they were going to walk into Paris.
DR. JONATHAN. Chateau-Thierry.
MINNIE. I'll leave it to you. But say, Dr. Jonathan, things don't look good to me,—I'm scared we won't get enough of our boys over there before the deal's closed up. I've got so I don't want to look at a paper.
(A brief silence.)
I never told you George wrote me a couple of letters, did I?