Dr. Jonathan.  Money gives him freedom, doesn’t it?  Money gave you yours,—­to go to school and college until you were twenty four, and get an education,—­such as it was.

George.  Such as it was!

Dr. Jonathan.  Money gave you the choice of engaging in an occupation in which you could take an interest and a pride, and enabled you occasionally to go on a spree, if you ever went on a spree, George.

George.  Once in awhile.

Dr. Jonathan.  But this craving for amusement, for excitement and adventure isn’t peculiar to you and me.  Workingmen have it too,—­and working girls.

George.  You’re a wise guy, I guess.

Dr. Jonathan.  Oh no,—­not that!  But I’ve found out that you and I are not so very different from Timothy Farrell and his children,—­Bert and Jamesy and—­Minnie.

George (startled, and looking around to follow Dr. Jonathan’s glance toward the windows).  What do you know about them?

Dr. Jonathan.  Oh, nothing at first hand.  But I can see why Bert’s going to the war, and why Jamesy took to drink, and why Minnie left Foxon Falls.

George.  The deuce you can!

Dr. Jonathan.  And so can you, George.  When you get back from France you will know what you have been fighting for.

George.  And what’s that?

Dr. Jonathan.  Economic freedom, without which political freedom is a farce.  Industrial democracy.

George.  Industrial democracy!  Well, it wasn’t included in my education at Harvard.

Dr. Jonathan.  Our education begins, unfortunately, after we leave Harvard,—­with Bert and Jamesy and Minnie.  And here’s Minnie, now!

George (hastily).  I’ll beat it!  Mother wants to talk to her.

Dr. Jonathan (his hand on George’s arm).  No,—­wait.

(Enter, lower right, Augusta, followed by Minnie Farrell.  Minnie, Augusta’s back being turned toward her, gives George a wink, which he acknowledges, and then glances toward Dr. Jonathan.  Augusta, with her knitting, seats herself in an armchair.  Her attitude is somewhat inquisitorial; her tone, as she addresses Minnie, non- committal.  She is clearly offended by Minnie’s poise and good- natured self-assertion.)

Augusta.  You remember Mr. Pindar, Minnie.

Minnie (demurely).  Glad to meet you again, Mr. Pindar.  I hear you’re going off to the war.  Well, that’s great.

George (squeezing her hand; she winces a little).  Oh, yes,-I remember Minnie.

Augusta.  And this is Dr. Jonathan Pindar.

Minnie (who has been eyeing Dr. Jonathan as a possible enemy; with reserve).  Glad to meet you, I’m sure.