CHARLOTTE [_aloud, but to herself_]. It doesn’t say where he is. It just says that he’s well and comfortable. And that he’s doing what he wants to do and what he’s got to do. And he says that doing his work makes him happy. [_With suspicion._] I wonder if he’s in some dive.... If I wrote him a letter do you think you could find him with it, Mr. Postman? JERRY. Yes, I can find him. CHARLOTTE. I want to tell him that if he’ll come home I won’t nag him any more, that I won’t try to change him, and that I won’t fuss at him for being poor. JERRY. I’ll tell him that. CHARLOTTE [_again talking to herself_]. I was trying to nag him _into_ something, I guess. Before we were married I always thought there must be some sort of mysterious brave things he did when he wasn’t with me. I thought that maybe sometimes he’d sneak away to hunt bears. But when he’d sneak away it was just to roll dice for cigars down at the corner. It wasn’t forests--it was just--toothpicks. JERRY. Suppose that he was nothing but a postman now--like me. CHARLOTTE. I’ll be proud of him if he’s a postman, because I know he always wanted to be one. He’d be the best postman in the world and there’s something kind of exciting about being the best. It wasn’t so much that I wanted him to be rich, I guess, but I wanted him to do something he wouldn’t always be beat at. I was sort of glad he got drunk that night. It was about the first exciting thing he ever did. JERRY. You never would of told him that. CHARLOTTE [_stiffening_]. I should say I wouldn’t of. _Jerry rises._ JERRY. I’ll try to get him here at six o’clock. CHARLOTTE. I’ll be waiting. [_Quickly._] Tell him to stop by a store and get some rubbers. JERRY. I’ll tell him. Good-by. CHARLOTTE. Good-by. _Jerry goes out into the rain, Charlotte sits down and bows her head upon the table._ _Again there are steps on the porch. This time it is Dada, who comes in, closing a dripping umbrella._ DADA [_as one who has passed through a great crisis_]. I borrowed an umbrella from a man at the library. CHARLOTTE [_in a muffled voice_]. Jerry’s coming back. DADA. Is he? A man at the library was kind enough to lend me his umbrella. [_He goes over to the bookcase and begins an unsuccessful search for the Scriptures. Plaintively_]. Some one has hidden my Bible. CHARLOTTE. In the second shelf. _He finds it. As he pulls it from its place, several other books come with it and tumble to the floor. After a glance at Charlotte, he kicks them under the bookcase. Then, with his Bible under his arm, he starts for the stairs, but is attracted by something bright on the first stair, and attempts, unsuccessfully, to pick it up._ DADA. Hello, here’s a nail that looks like a ten-cent piece. _He goes up-stairs. When he is half-way up, there is a sound as if he had slipped back a notch, then silence._ CHARLOTTE [_raising her head_]. Are you all right, Dada?