Jonathan and I made it up. ALBERT (_laughing_) Oh, yes. SUSAN (_to Jonathan_) Come on and sing it. [_Jonathan is not sure of the status of Albert Peet._ [_Susan plays and she and Jonathan sing with great feeling._ ALBERT [_looking at his watch_ Well, all this is very pleasant indeed, but we'll have to go, Susan dear. [_At the "Susan, dear" Jonathan turns quickly and sees the two holding hands. Susan holds up her left hand and shows an engagement ring on it. Jonathan is utterly crushed._ JONATHAN I think I'd better say good-bye. [_He takes up his cap._ SUSAN Good-bye. If you see Jonathan, tell him I'm going to marry Albert Peet. He'll know. ALBERT Good-bye. [_Albert and Susan walk off happily in the sunshine._ _Jonathan looks after them._ _Mlle. Perrault enters followed by Mary and John 3rd. Mlle. Perrault's dress is almost like the one she had worn when she first met Jonathan in the lumber-room, except that the colors are reversed and more brilliant. Mary is a lovely little yellow-haired child of ten and John 3rd is a stoical matter-of-fact boy of eight. The two children are evidently very fond of Mlle. Perrault, as fond as Jonathan and Susan had seemed. If the children seem thoughtless and cruel, it is because they are children and life has not yet laid a hard hand upon them. The sun rays are very low against the wall now so that anyone walking near it will cast a very heavy shadow._ MARY John, look--he's a hunchback. MLLE. PERRAULT 'Sh! Children. [_The children whisper._ _Jonathan turns and seeing Mlle. Perrault smiles._ How do you do, little man. JONATHAN I am well, I thank you. MLLE. PERRAULT What are you doing here? JONATHAN I am with Hank. MLLE. PERRAULT Hank? JONATHAN Yes, Hank's my pal. There he is--asleep. MLLE. PERRAULT Oh, what a dreadful person.... Children, don't go near him. JONATHAN He's not so bad. MLLE. PERRAULT But he is a vagrant--a tramp. Why does he do nothing? JONATHAN He's happier that way. MLLE. PERRAULT Are you his son? JONATHAN Oh, no. MLLE. PERRAULT Where is your mother? JONATHAN My mother's dead. MLLE. PERRAULT Where did she live? JONATHAN (_Looks for a trace of recognition_) I'd better not tell you. MARY Oh, please tell us. JONATHAN I'd better not. MARY You ask him, John. JOHN III Uh-uh! MARY Why not? JOHN III I don't want to know. MLLE. PERRAULT Why don't you want to tell _us_? We won't tell anybody. JONATHAN Nobody'll believe me. MARY Why? JONATHAN You see, I ran away from home-- JOHN III When you run away from home, you're no good. MARY Now, John, that isn't always so. JOHN III It is. MARY It isn't. Goldilocks and the Babes in the Wood and the Marquis of Carabas were all good, and they ran away from home. JOHN III But they had bad homes. MARY Was your home bad? JONATHAN I thought it was. JOHN III You thought it was. But was it? JONATHAN No. JOHN III Then you're no good. MLLE. PERRAULT Oh, John. JOHN III