Part 70 (1/2)

[_Jonathan smiles one of his old half smiles._

JONATHAN

My name's--Jonathan.

NATHANIEL

Jonathan!... I had a nephew whose name was Jonathan.

JONATHAN

Don't you know me?

NATHANIEL

You must forgive me, little man--but I do not remember you. Boys grow so quickly.

JONATHAN

Don't you remember _Zen.o.bia_?

NATHANIEL

_Zen.o.bia?_ Who was she?

JONATHAN

Don't you remember the little theatre?

NATHANIEL

Oh, yes, my nephew Jonathan had a little toy theatre, and he wrote a play called _Zen.o.bia_.... He burnt them.

JONATHAN

Was it wrong to burn them?

NATHANIEL

I don't know. You see Jonathan ran away, and I have never seen him since.

JONATHAN

Do you blame him?

NATHANIEL

Well, I can't say. When a fine boy like Jonathan runs away from home, he may have what he considers a good reason.

JONATHAN