Girl.  No, but I’m not cold—­not much.

The Boy.  Here, you take these.  I don’t need um—­truly.

The Girl.  Oh, oh—­thank you, Jim. (She puts them on).  Oh, me, but they are nice and warm.

[Enter slowly by the road (Left) Charlotte.  She is very pale and
tired looking.  She wears a black dress and black scarf over
her hair.  She leads a tiny little girl who carries her
package of lunch.

Char.  We can’t stay long, remember, children.  It is very cold.

[The children go the boxes (Right) and begin to open the lunch.

A Boy.  We’re eatin’ same as soldiers.

[A little boy and girl, the poorest dressed of the children,
stand a little apart from the rest watching them.  Their
little faces are pinched and thin; they seem very sad. 
The little girl by Charlotte begins to open her lunch
with much importance, spreading the paper on Charlotte’s
lap, who sits on a stump (Left).

The Baby Girl.  Oh, look!  Miss Charlotte.  I’ve dot a torn pone wid ’lasses on it.

Char. (affecting great interest).  My, what a fine lunch you have, baby!

The Child (holding half up to her).  You dot to have some, too.

Char. (stroking her hair).  No, precious; you must eat your nice lunch.  You know Aunt Marthy is going to bring Miss Charlotte hers.

The Baby.  Teacher ain’t dot no good lunch.  Please, eat some of mine.

[Charlotte breaks off a tiny piece of bread and begins to nibble
it, affecting great enjoyment.  The child begins to eat her
own lunch happily.

A Girl by Box (speaking to another nearer).  Johnnie and Sue ain’t got no dinner.

A Boy.  They’s too poor, I speck.

The Girl.  Don’t you say that.  Their papa’s killed.

[She goes to the boy and girl, offering half her dinner; the
others follow, offering theirs.  The two children begin to
smile, and reach eagerly for the lunch and eat as though
very hungry.

A Girl.  Come on, let’s have a party.

[They all gather round the box, laying the lunch out on it. 
They have little, mostly corn pone and bacon.

The Baby Girl (who has watched them eagerly).  Me do have party, too. (She comes to the box, laying her half-eaten corn pone with the rest).  I dot ’lasses on mine.

[Charlotte sits watching them.  She smiles as the little child
joins them.

A Girl.  We must ask the blessin’.  Mamma says we must.

The Baby.  Me say blessin’.  Me knows how.

[All the children bow their heads around the box.  The baby stands
with eyes tight closed.

Dood Lord, we thank Thee.  A—­amen.

[The children raise their heads and begin to eat very fast.

A Boy.  My, it’s good!

Char. (coming over to where they are).  Aren’t you getting cold?

A Boy.  No, no; not a bit; and besides, we want to skip stones.