[_He stands in front of the wall and does some comical movements with his feet and legs, then he turns in such a way that for the first time the shadow of his hump is thrown into a pitiful distortion on the wall. He doesn't see it at first, for he is lost in the game with the children._ JOHN III (_yelling suddenly_) Oh, look! [_The children laugh immoderately, and Jonathan turns his head quickly, but in so doing alters the shadow. He smiles joyfully and then once more falls into the distorted picture._ MARY Ooh-- JOHN III That's funnier than mine. [_Jonathan turns his head this time and sees the full horror of the thing._ _Mlle. Perrault and Susan have realized too late to protect Jonathan._ MLLE. PERRAULT John! Mary! Tell the little boy good-bye. We must go. [_Jonathan looks toward Susan and Albert. There is pity in Susan's eyes and a smile in Albert's._ SUSAN Albert, come--let's go! [_They pass into the house._ JOHN III [_Almost as Susan speaks._ Wasn't he funniest of all! MLLE. PERRAULT Now, run along, children. Run along. MARY Look, I can make a hump-back. JOHN III So can I. MARY Not a good one! JOHN III You can't touch mine. [_He smacks Mary on the back and runs off, Mary following him._ MLLE. PERRAULT Little man, I'm very sorry. You mustn't let them hurt you. They are only children. JONATHAN Yes, ma'am.... Thank you. MLLE. PERRAULT May I do something for you? JONATHAN No, ma'am... if you please... I must go to Hank. MLLE. PERRAULT Here, take this-- [_She offers a coin._ JONATHAN Oh, no, ma'am.... [_He puts his hand behind him._ MLLE. PERRAULT I am sorry.... Very, very sorry. JONATHAN Yes, ma'am. [_Mlle. Perrault goes out silently, and in a moment she is heard to call_ "Marie"--"John," _and a distant answer is heard_. _Susan comes to the door and sees Jonathan. She crosses to him. He looks at her almost with madness in his eyes._ SUSAN They didn't mean to hurt you. [_She lays her hand on his arm._ JONATHAN Yes, I know. [_There is a moment of the tenderest, most understanding silence. He turns away._ _Susan starts to reach in her bag, she even takes her purse out; but she replaces it unopened, and instead of bestowing alms, she takes a flower from her hair and presses it in Jonathan's hands._ _He looks at her with years of pent-up gratitude loosed from his heart._ _Silently, she turns away and goes into the house. Jonathan, left alone, turns so that his hump once more shows in the most distorted shadow. He lifts the flower and for a single moment, its shadow rises above the shadow of the hump, a tiny cross on his little Calvary. Then he lays the flower against his cheek and sits upon the log near Hank._ _Hank awakens._ HANK (_looking up stupidly_) What you got? JONATHAN (_hiding the flower_) Nothing. HANK Come across, Humpy. JONATHAN Don't you call me that! HANK So--ho! What you yelling at me for? [_He sits up._ JONATHAN Nothing.... I didn't mean to yell. HANK