MADELINE:  Why, Uncle Felix, I’m not standing in your way.  Of course I wouldn’t do that.  I—­(rather bashfully) I love the Hill.  I was thinking about it in jail.  I got fuddled on direction in there, so I asked the woman who hung around which way was College Hill.  ’Right through there’, she said.  A blank wall.  I sat and looked through that wall—­long time. (she looks front, again looking through that blank wall) It was all—­kind of funny.  Then later she came and told me you were out there, and I thought it was corking of you to come and tell them they couldn’t put that over on College Hill.  And I know Bakhshish will appreciate it too.  I wonder where he went?

FEJEVARY:  Went?  I fancy he won’t go much of anywhere to-night.

MADELINE:  What do you mean?

FEJEVARY:  Why, he’s held for this hearing, of course.

MADELINE:  You mean—­you came and got just me—­and left him there?

FEJEVARY:  Certainly.

MADELINE:  (rising) Then I’ll have to go and get him!

FEJEVARY:  Madeline, don’t be so absurd.  You don’t get people out of jail by stopping in and calling for them.

MADELINE:  But you got me.

FEJEVARY:  Because of years of influence.  At that, it wasn’t simple.  Things of this nature are pretty serious nowadays.  It was only your ignorance got you out.

MADELINE:  I do seem ignorant.  While you were fixing it up for me, why didn’t you arrange for him too?

FEJEVARY:  Because I am not in the business of getting foreign revolutionists out of jail.

MADELINE:  But he didn’t do as much as I did.

FEJEVARY:  It isn’t what he did.  It’s what he is.  We don’t want him here.

MADELINE:  Well, I guess I’m not for that!

FEJEVARY:  May I ask why you have appointed yourself guardian of these strangers?

MADELINE:  Perhaps because they are strangers.

FEJEVARY:  Well, they’re the wrong kind of strangers.

MADELINE:  Is it true that the Hindu who was here last year is to be deported?  Is America going to turn him over to the government he fought?

FEJEVARY:  I have an idea they will all be deported.  I’m not so sorry this thing happened.  It will get them into the courts—­and I don’t think they have money to fight.

MADELINE:  (giving it clean and straight) Gee, I think that’s rotten!

FEJEVARY:  Quite likely your inelegance will not affect it one way or the other.

MADELINE:  (she has taken her seat again, is thinking it out) I’m twenty-one next Tuesday.  Isn’t it on my twenty-first birthday I get that money Grandfather Morton left me?

FEJEVARY:  What are you driving at?

MADELINE:  (simply) They can have my money.

FEJEVARY:  Are you crazy?  What are these people to you?

MADELINE:  They’re people from the other side of the world who came here believing in us, drawn from the far side of the world by things we say about ourselves.  Well, I’m going to pretend—­just for fun—­that the things we say about ourselves are true.  So if you’ll—­arrange so I can get it, Uncle Felix, as soon as it’s mine.