But your presents, George!
(To DR. JONATHAN:) Made for him by sisters of his college friends.
GEORGE (amused but embarrassed). I can't fit up a section of the
trenches as a boudoir.
AUGUSTA. Such nice girls! I wish he'd marry one of them. Who made you
the wristlets? I hadn't seen them.
GEORGE (taking of the wristlets and putting them in his bag). Oh, I
can't give her away. I was--just trying them on, to see if they fitted.
AUGUSTA. When did they come?
GEORGE (glancing at DR. JONATHAN). Er--this morning.
(Enter ASHER and TIMOTHY from the study, left. ASHER is evidently
wrought up from his talk with TIMOTHY.)
ASHER. Remember, Timothy, I rely on sensible men like you to put a stop
to this nonsense.
AUGUSTA. Asher, here's Jonathan.
ASHER. Oh! (He goes up to DR. JONATHAN and takes his hand, though it is
quite evident that his mind is still on the trouble in the shops). Glad
to see you back in Foxon Falls, Jonathan. I heard you'd arrived, and
would have dropped in on you, but things are in a muddle here just now.
DR. JONATHAN. Not only here, but everywhere.
ASHER. You're right. The country's going to the dogs. I don't know
what will straighten it out.
DR. JONATHAN. Intelligence, open-mindedness, cooperation, Asher.
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