Jonathan, I won't have you waste your time on this stuff. I've been pretty lenient with you and I've allowed you to keep your toys because Emily spoiled you; but you're too big for such things and I'm going to put my foot down right now. I'm not going to have this silly stuff around. JONATHAN Uncle Nathaniel doesn't think it's silly. JOHN I'll decide what is and is not good for you. JONATHAN The same thing isn't good for everybody. JOHN Don't talk back to me, young man. JONATHAN I've got a right to think. JOHN Jonathan! JONATHAN If my mother was living, she wouldn't call everything I like to do silly. JOHN Your mother didn't know what was good for you. JONATHAN My mother was the best woman in the world. JOHN That will do, Jonathan. Your mother was my sister and I am not saying anything against her. But I do say that stuff must go. [_He starts for the door._ JONATHAN If this theatre goes, I go, too. I'm not-- [_John walks over to the theatre and sweeps the whole structure onto the floor._ JOHN Now. JONATHAN You dirty coward, you-- [_John turns upon the boy and strikes him across the face._ _In mingled rage and humiliation Jonathan sobs wildly once or twice, then controls himself and glares violently at his uncle._ JOHN I'll let you think about it. I'll leave you here with your toys like a girl-baby. [_He goes out the door, closing it and turning the key in the lock._ _Jonathan runs to the door._ JONATHAN You let me out of here! You let me out of here! [_He pounds the door with his fists._ _Then he turns in despair and humiliation._ _He paces the floor a moment, not knowing what to do. Suddenly Hank's whistle is heard. The boy listens as though fascinated and goes to the window and watches Hank. Jonathan goes to his wrecked theatre and, taking it up, piles his manuscripts, the pink and the blue, on it. He hesitates to include one in the pile, offering once or twice to put it in his pocket, but he finally places it in grim determination with the others. Then he takes it off and stuffs it in his pocket. He stuffs the pile in the stove and sets a match to it, watches it a moment, then writes on a piece of paper, fastens it to the door. Then he finds a piece of rope on a packing case, moves the ladder under the gable window, fastens the rope to a peg in the wall, climbs the ladder, considers a moment, returns to the stove with the beloved manuscript, stuffs it in the fire, remounts the ladder and lets his weight onto the rope. As he disappears from view, the rope breaks and a cry and sound of falling are heard._ _The flames from the burning theatre and manuscripts flicker against the wall for a silent moment._ _The key is heard to turn in the lock and John and Nathaniel enter._ JOHN Jonathan! NATHANIEL He's hiding. JOHN Jonathan! NATHANIEL (_Sees paper on door_) What's this? JOHN What does it say? NATHANIEL "Good-bye!... Jonathan." JOHN (_Looks suspiciously at Nathaniel_)