GEORGIANA.  That was good of you.  And you’ll come in often before you go, won’t you, Dick?

DICK.  You bet!  Every chance I get.

[Both go up to the window.  He has meant to go, but she manoeuvres him to the big seat instead.

GEORGIANA.  And anything I can do for you?

[She sits.

DICK. [Sitting beside her.] Oh, I don’t think there can be anything.

GEORGIANA.  Oh, yes, there is always something women can do for men who go away to fight.  They make things!  Let me make something for you.

DICK.  Can’t think of anything.  Got everything I want.

GEORGIANA.  You’re a lucky man to have everything you want—­and going off to the Philippines with a jolly crowd of friends and glad you’re going!  I take back all my sympathy, and I wouldn’t make you anything now if you asked me to.

DICK.  And, by George, just when I’d thought of something.

GEORGIANA.  What?

DICK. [Laughing.] A court-plaster case!

GEORGIANA.  You can buy one in a drug store.

DICK.  I ought to have some present to carry in my breast pocket; don’t you know bullets are always warded off that way?

GEORGIANA.  Oh, that was in the old romantic days of the nineteenth century, and then it was a prayer book or a bunch of love letters.  To-day it’s much more apt to be a cigarette case!

[The children run in, led by PHILIP.

PHILIP.  They’ve gone!  Hurrah!  They’ve gone!

[GEORGIANA and DICK rise.

CHRISTOPHER.  They’ve gone!  They’ve gone!

[TOOTS hangs on to DICK.

PHILIP. [Taking hold of GEORGIANA.] Come on, now, our game, or we’ll never have it!

CHRISTOPHER.  Blindman’s buff!

TOOTS.  Yes, blindman’s buff!

GEORGIANA. [To DICK.] Are you game?

DICK.  Just one round, and then I must be off.  I’ll be blindfolded.

[Takes out his handkerchief.

TOOTS.  I want to be blindfolded!

PHILIP.  No!  Let Mr. Dick!

DICK. [Giving his handkerchief to GEORGIANA.] Will you blindfold me?

GEORGIANA. [Binds his eyes.] To my faults?

DICK.  That would be Love’s Labour Lost.

GEORGIANA.  How do you mean Love’s Labour Lost?

PHILIP.  Don’t let him peek!

DICK.  And whoever I catch, I kiss!

PHILIP.  No, tell the name first!

DICK.  No, I must play my own game, and that is to kiss her first, and tell the name afterwards!

GEORGIANA.  Now, turn him around three times, Christopher. [CHRISTOPHER does so, holding DICK by the knees.] And keep away, everybody!

CHRISTOPHER.  Ready!

[All watch eagerly. DICK moves down stage, reaching his arms out as a blindfolded person does, but always with his arms too high to catch one of the children.