the Captain leave. Ruth puts Mary on the ground and hides her face in her hands. Her shoulders shake as if she were sobbing. Robert stares at her with a grim, somber expression. Mary walks backward toward Robert, her wondering eyes fixed on her mother.]
Mary—[Her voice vaguely frightened, taking her father’s hand.] Dada, Mama’s cryin’, Dada.
Robert—[Bending down and stroking her hair—in a voice he endeavors to keep from being harsh.] No, she isn’t, little girl. The sun hurts her eyes, that’s all. Aren’t you beginning to feel hungry, Mary?
Mary—[Decidedly.] Yes, Dada.
Robert—[Meaningly.] It must be your dinner time now.
Ruth—[In a muffled voice.] I’m coming, Mary. [She wipes her eyes quickly and, without looking at Robert, comes and takes Mary’s hand—in a dead voice.] Come on and I’ll get your dinner for you. [She walks out left, her eyes fixed on the ground, the skipping Mary tugging at her hand. Robert waits a moment for them to get ahead and then slowly follows as
[The Curtain Falls]
