Dear Brutus by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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the world go hang; so interested in ourselves. Nice behaviour for
people who have been boasting about what they would do for other people. Now I see what I ought to do. MARGARET. Let's get out of the wood. DEARTH. Yes, but my idea first. It is to rouse these people and get food from them for the husky one. MARGARET (clinging to him). She is too far away now. DEARTH. I can overtake her. MARGARET (in a frenzy). Don't go into that house, Daddy! I don't know why it is, but I am afraid of that house! (He waggles a reproving finger at her.) DEARTH. There is a kiss for each moment until I come back. (She wipes them from her face.) Oh, naughty, go and stand in the corner. (She stands against a tree but she stamps her foot.) Who has got a nasty temper! (She tries hard not to smile, but she smiles and he smiles, and they make comic faces at each other, as they have done in similar circumstances since she first opened her eyes.) I shall be back before you can count a hundred. (He goes off humming his song so that she may still hear him when he |
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