AUGUSTA. He must have been here,—he told me he was coming to talk with Dr. Pindar.
(She approaches the bench and glances at the letter.)
Isn't that a letter from my son?
MINNIE (a little defiantly, yet almost in tears). I guess it is.
AUGUSTA. It was written to you?
MINNIE. No.
AUGUSTA. Then what were you doing with it?
MINNIE. I just—picked it up. You think I was reading it? Well, I wouldn't.
AUGUSTA. Then how did you know it was written by my son?
(MINNIE is silent.)