CLARENCE I guess he didn’t recognize me. Have I changed much, Ethel? ETHEL A little more mature in looks is all. CLARENCE Tell me about your life in the city, Ethel. ETHEL I haven’t much to tell—we had a fine house and servants, but the folks were out of place and didn’t feel at home. You see they had lived in the country too long to get any comfort out of the city life—there isn’t anything that seemed real to them. Mother didn’t like to let on for she was the strongest advocate of going, and you couldn’t blame her when she thought of all the conveniences in the city. But even at that she had lived in the country too long to get any enjoyment out of the city. As for me, I’m young and can soon adapt myself to the new conditions in the city. Can’t you imagine what a good city belle I would make? CLARENCE Ethel, you have been the best friend I ever had outside of mother and father and they’re both gone. The reason I went away to school was the thought that I might some day be worthy and capable of making a home for you equal to the best found anywhere. I realize that the majority of farmers buy conveniences for themselves without realizing the conveniences their wives need in the house, so they have to go on in the same way their grandmothers did. Ethel, you remember that last letter you wrote me, three years ago, I believe? ETHEL Yes, and you never answered it. CLARENCE No. When you went away to the city you were young and I did not dare ask you to wait for me. Besides I thought it would be useless for you were thinking that when the time came you would marry a city fellow who could offer you a home without the drudgery some women have on the farm. In that last letter, you were telling me about a certain rich man. Well, I knew your youthful dream had come true. I didn’t want to stand in your way. I knew you were old enough to know what you wanted, so I didn’t write. Ethel, I almost gave up then, and I don’t know but what I would had it not been for my roommate, noble old chap. He got me started right again. Ethel, I hope you will be happy in the city. _Rises and crosses stage._ ETHEL I did write about a certain young man, but— CLARENCE But what? ETHEL I didn’t think you would take it so seriously. CLARENCE You mean to say— ETHEL That I was only teasing you about the city. CLARENCE Then you’re not— _Takes her hand._ ETHEL Not if I can help it. How about that home you were dreaming about? CLARENCE