I came in on the mail train. (DR. JONATHAN: Have you been to the office?) No. I stopped at the house to speak to Augusta, and then--(he speaks a trifle apologetically)--well, I went for a little walk. (DR. JONATHAN: A walk.) I've been turning something over in my mind. And the country looked so fine and fresh I crossed the covered bridge to the other side of the river. When George was a child I used to go over there with him on summer afternoons. He was such a companionable little shaver--he'd drop his toys when he'd see me coming home from the office. I can see him now, running along that road over there, stopping to pick funny little bouquets--the kind a child makes, you know--ox-eyed daisies and red clover and buttercups all mixed up together, and he'd carry them home and put them in a glass on the desk in my study. (A pause.) It seems like yesterday! It's hard to realize that he's a grown man, fighting over there in the trenches, and that any moment I may get a telegram, or be called to the telephone--Have you seen today's paper?

Asher Monologue from Dr. Jonathan

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