the union--he doesn't know what century he's living in. But he's human,
all the same, and he's good to the people he's fond of, like my father,
--and he sure loves George. He's got George's letters all wore out,
reading them, to people. (A pause.) He don't know where George is,
does he, Dr. Jonathan?

DR. JONATHAN. Somewhere in France.

MINNIE. We spotted Bert because he's with the Marines, at that place
where they put a crimp in the Huns the other day when they were going to
walk into Paris.

DR. JONATHAN. Chateau-Thierry.

MINNIE. I'll leave it to you. But say, Dr. Jonathan, things don't look
good to me,--I'm scared we won't get enough of our boys over there before
the deal's closed up. I've got so I don't want to look at a paper.

(A brief silence.)

I never told you George wrote me a couple of letters, did I?

DR. JONATHAN. No, I'm quite sure you didn't.

MINNIE. I never told nobody. His father and mother would be wild if
they knew it. I didn't answer them--I just sent him two post cards with
no writing on except the address--just pictures.

DR. JONATHAN. Pictures?