_Jonathan is left alone in his joy_. _As he stands, a strange, aimless, vacuous whistling is heard outside the window an though from one ambling by. Jonathan hears it unconsciously, moves to put his plays away, alternately whistling and singing "All on a summer's day."_ _Presently the whistling of the strange air is heard as though coming from downstairs. It stops and a voice calls out_ "Hi!" JONATHAN Who is it? VOICE It's me. JONATHAN What do you want? [_By this time the Voice has become a person in the shape of Hank, one of the scum of creation who asks nothing of life and gives nothing. He was born of woman and he grew into man's form, but one looking at him wonders how he survived dirt and the mere effort of breathing. He is stoutish with no marked coloring unless it be a cross between khaki and field-gray. Weather and time have conspired to render him inconspicuous. When he speaks his voice is produced with a careful effort to conserve energy. When he walks it seems to be a movement in answer to prayer rather than a physical fact._ HANK Say-- JONATHAN How'd you get in here? HANK Well, it's this way, you see. The gate was open out there and this looked pretty fine to me so I come in. JONATHAN You'd better go away before my uncle sees you. HANK Look here, young feller, I ain't goin' a-do no harm. JONATHAN Well, he doesn't allow strangers on the place. HANK I jus' come in to ask if I could sleep somewhere around here if I worked for my sleep and grub. JONATHAN No, he won't let you. HANK How do you know he won't? JONATHAN 'Cause it's a rule. [_Hank whistles a snatch of the strange air and sits down._ HANK Where's your pa? JONATHAN He's dead. HANK Long? JONATHAN Ten years ago. HANK How old are you? JONATHAN Fourteen. HANK Your pa died when you were four. So did mine. JONATHAN Did you ever have an uncle? HANK How many you got? JONATHAN I got two living and one dead. HANK All three of mine's dead. [_He whistles a snatch of the strange air and takes a chew of tobacco._ Where's your ma? JONATHAN (_Is about to become impatient, but an innate tolerance causes him to answer_) She died when I was twelve. HANK So did mine. (_Whistles_) We're alike in lots of ways, ain't we? JONATHAN What did you do when your mother died? HANK I felt pretty sorry. JONATHAN Did your brothers and sisters help you any? HANK Have you any brothers and sisters? JONATHAN No-- HANK Me neither. (_Whistles casually_) No one took no notice of me. JONATHAN What'd you do? HANK I went away. JONATHAN Why didn't you try to work? HANK