I was telling
mother to-night. I don't like it--it isn't my work. I only wanted you to
feel as I do about it. Just feel that I really want to paint--to be an
artist. Even if I have to work at something else for a long time, I'll
feel easier, knowing you realize what I want. I love color so. And I want
to let my imagination _go_. I'll help in any way I can, naturally. I'm
glad too. I mean, I had rather live in the country like this than in New
York.
EVERITT
Good Lord! (_Alice appears in the doorway holding Harold_)
WALTER
It seems to me that none of us has been really satisfied, so it isn't so
bad after all. We can begin on something real to us all. Mother said she
would be happy in a tenement. Well, maybe she would, but why not come up
here?
MRS. EVERITT
Oh, _Charles_!
EVERITT
Well ... but Alice.
ALICE
Mother.
MRS. EVERITT
You, too! What is it? What's the matter with Harold?
ALICE
Nothing. He wouldn't go to sleep, and wouldn't. He said he wanted to sit
in your lap. I never saw him so. I had to bring him.
MRS. EVERITT
Give him to me, dear.
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