Why--why are they striking?
ASHER. I'll tell you all about it later--when you feel better.
GEORGE (feebly, yet insistent). I--I want to know.
ASHER. We can't talk about it now, my boy--later.
GEORGE. Did--did you get my letter--the letter in which I begged you--
ASHER. Yes, yes--I'll explain it all tomorrow.
GEORGE. I--I may not be here--tomorrow. You didn't do what--I asked?
It's--so simple--when you've thought about it--when you've fought for it.
ASHER. I--I had a plan, George. We'll go over it
(He approaches GEORGE.)
GEORGE (shrinking). No--no!
(ASHER recoils. MINNIE FARRELL appears, upper right, from the
direction of the Common. She carries a phial, a dropper and some
water in a glass. Seeing the group gathered about GEORGE, she
hesitates, but DR. JONATHAN motions her to come forward.)
W--who is that? Minnie?
(GEORGE makes an attempt to sit up, but his head falls back and his
eyes close again. Then DR. JONATHAN lays his hand on Dr. FRYE's
arm, as though to draw him aside.)
Dr. FRYE. Is this Dr. Jonathan Pindar? I wondered if you were a
relation--(he glances at ASHER)--but I wasn't looking for you in Foxon
Falls. If you have something to suggest--?
DR.
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