What you got there? JONATHAN I tell you I haven't got anything, Hank. HANK Come on. Come across. JONATHAN It's not for you. HANK Come on. JONATHAN (_Rises and moves away_) No. HANK. Gimme it here.... [_He grabs Jonathan and tears the flower from his hand._ JONATHAN Stop that! HANK Great God! (_Throwing the crushed petals on the ground_) Say, what's the matter with you? JONATHAN I tell you, I'm going back.... I'm going back to my home.... I'm going to find my Uncle Nathaniel. I know he'll take me in. He won't blame me because I'm a cripple.... I know.... I know.... Didn't he say, "Poor Jonathan"?... [_At this moment Nathaniel enters, and the two stand face to face as they had stood in the lumber-room at their first meeting._ _Hank slinks away._ _Nathaniel is untouched by the years. Jonathan looks at him hopefully, but there is no glint of recognition In Nathaniel's eye._ JONATHAN (_timidly_) Uncle Nathaniel. NATHANIEL What did you say, my boy? JONATHAN (_Less and less audible, as his disappointment increases_) Uncle Nathaniel. NATHANIEL I can't hear you. JONATHAN You--are--my--Uncle Nathaniel. NATHANIEL Come, come, my boy. I can't hear you. JONATHAN Aren't you--Mr.--Nathaniel--Clay? NATHANIEL (_kindly, but as to a stranger_) Yes, I am Mr. Nathaniel Clay. [_Jonathan smiles one of his old half smiles._ JONATHAN My name's--Jonathan. NATHANIEL Jonathan!... I had a nephew whose name was Jonathan. JONATHAN Don't you know me? NATHANIEL You must forgive me, little man--but I do not remember you. Boys grow so quickly. JONATHAN Don't you remember _Zenobia_? NATHANIEL _Zenobia?_ Who was she? JONATHAN Don't you remember the little theatre? NATHANIEL Oh, yes, my nephew Jonathan had a little toy theatre, and he wrote a play called _Zenobia_.... He burnt them. JONATHAN Was it wrong to burn them? NATHANIEL I don't know. You see Jonathan ran away, and I have never seen him since. JONATHAN Do you blame him? NATHANIEL Well, I can't say. When a fine boy like Jonathan runs away from home, he may have what he considers a good reason. JONATHAN Don't you know why he ran away? NATHANIEL I think I know. JONATHAN Would you tell me why? NATHANIEL That wouldn't do any good, my boy.... If you had an uncle who liked you very much, would you run away? JONATHAN No, sir--not if I had another chance.... NATHANIEL What do you mean? JONATHAN Don't you really know me? NATHANIEL I'm sorry--no! JONATHAN (_pointing to Hank_) Do you know him? NATHANIEL That tramp? JONATHAN Yes, sir.... That's Hank. NATHANIEL Hank? JONATHAN Yes, the one I ran away with. NATHANIEL Did you run away, too? JONATHAN Yes, sir; I jumped out the window, and I fell and broke my back. Hank said-- NATHANIEL What a dirty man! JONATHAN He's my pal. NATHANIEL You're evidently a fine young man inside. JONATHAN Oh, I'm sorry, sir, that I ran away. NATHANIEL