Barrie, J M - Alice Sit-By-The-Fire

by Alice Sit-By-The-Fire

  COLONEL. 'Woman, you'll make me cry. Go to your Amy.'

  ALICE. 'Robert--'

  COLONEL. 'Go. Go. Go.'

  As he roars it Amy peeps in anxiously. She is in her nightgown, and her hair is down and her feet are bare, and she does not look so very much more than five. Alice is unable to resist the temptation.

  ALICE, wailing, 'Must I go, Robert?'

  AMY. 'Going away? Mother! Father, if mother goes away, what is to become of me?'

  She draws them together until their hands clasp. There is now a beatific smile on her face. The curtain sees that its time has come; it clicks, and falls.

  THE END