AUGUSTA. Asher!
TIMOTHY. Don't say that, Mr. Pindar
ASHER. Why not? What right have I to believe, after what has happened
in my shops today, that he'll come back?
TIMOTHY. God forbid that he should be lost, too! There's trouble
enough--sorrow enough--
ASHER. Sorrow enough! But if a man has one friend left, Timothy, it's
something.
TIMOTHY (surprised). Sure, I hope it's a friend I am, sir,--a friend
this thirty years.
ASHER. We're both old fashioned, Timothy,--we can't help that.
TIMOTHY. I'm old fashioned enough to want to be working. And now that
the strike's on, whatever will I do? Well, Bert is after giving his life
for human liberty,--the only thing a great-hearted country like America
would be fighting for. There's some comfort in that! I think of him as
a little boy, like when he'd be carrying me dinner pail to the shops at
noon, runnin' and leppin' and callin' out to me, and he only that high!
ASHER. As a little boy!
TIMOTHY. Yes, sir, it's when I like to think of him best. There's a
great comfort in childher, and when they grow up we lose them anyway.
But it's fair beset I'll be now, with nothing to do but think of him.
ASHER. You can thank these scoundrels who are making this labour trouble
for that.
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