War Brides: A Play in One Act by Marion Craig Wentworth
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know why,--but now I think you should know. See! [_Very proudly she
holds up the tiny baby garments she is knitting._] _Amelia:_ [_Pleased and astonished._] So Franz and Hedwig-- _Mother:_ [_Nods._] For their child. In six months now. My first grandchild, Amelia. Franz's boy, perhaps. I shall hear a little one's voice in this house again. _Amelia:_ [_Uncertainly, as she looks at the little things._] Still--I want to go. _Mother_: [_Firmly._] We must take care of Hedwig, Amelia. She is to be a mother. That is our first duty. It is our only hope of an heir if you won't marry soon--and if--if the boys don't come back. _Amelia:_ Arno is left. |
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