Yes--tombstone. It had always been a saying in our family--“He won’t even have a stone to mark his grave.” They said it so much that I thought it meant something. I sew--plain sewing, but I’ve often said to myself--“Well, at least I’ll have a stone to mark my grave.” And then, there was a man who had been making speeches to the miners--I live in a town in Idaho--and he had your magazine, and he left it in the store, and the storekeeper said to me, when I went there for thread--“Here, you like to read. Don’t you want this? I wish you’d take it away, because if some folks in this town see it, they’ll think I’m not all I should be.” He meant the cover. ARTIST [_Brightening._] That was my cover. THE WOMAN [_After a smile at THE ARTIST._] So I took it home, and when my work was done that night, I read your wonderful words. They’re like a spring--if you’ve lived in a dry country, you’ll know what I mean. And they made me know that my tombstone was as dead as--well, [_With a little laugh_] as dead as a tombstone. So I had to have something to take its place. SARA [_Rising and going to THE WOMAN._] Talk to him. Tell him about it. Come, Oscar! THE BOY As long as there seems to be so much uncertainty about this, perhaps I’d better telegraph father. You see, the folks don’t know where I am. I just came. THE WOMAN He didn’t even stay for the dance. THE BOY I’ll be glad to sell the papers. [_Seeing a pile of them on the table._] Here, shall I take these?--and I’ll stop people on the street and tell _why_ I’m selling them. OSCAR No, you can’t do that. You’d be arrested. THE WOMAN Let him sell them. What’s the difference about the law, if you have the right idea? OSCAR The right idea has given us trouble enough already. THE MAN There’s something sure about an oyster bed. OSCAR You come with me and have a drink. Something sure about that too. THE WOMAN He could have had a drink at home. SARA [_To ARTIST._] Coming, Joe? [_To THE BOY._] It was corking of you to want to help us. We must talk about-- [_All go out except THE WOMAN and THE EDITOR. A Pause._ THE WOMAN I am sorry for you. ED Why? THE WOMAN [_Feeling her way and sadly._] Because you have the brain to say those things, and not the spirit to believe them. I couldn’t say them, and yet I’ve got something you haven’t got. [_With more sureness._] Because I know the thing you said was true. ED Will you sit down? THE WOMAN No--I’ll go. [_Stands there uncertainly._] I don’t know why I should be disappointed. I suppose it’s not fair to ask you to be as big as the truth you saw. Why should I expect you would be? ED I’m sorry. I suppose now you’ll regret your tombstone. THE WOMAN