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Nothing.
HANK
Come across, Humpy.
JONATHAN
Don't you call me that!
HANK
So--ho! What you yelling at me for?
[_He sits up._
JONATHAN
Nothing.... I didn't mean to yell.
HANK
What you got there?
JONATHAN
I tell you I haven't got anything, Hank.
HANK
Come on. Come across.
JONATHAN
It's not for you.
HANK
Come on.
JONATHAN (_Rises and moves away_)
No.
HANK.
Gimme it here....
[_He grabs Jonathan and tears the flower from his hand._
JONATHAN
Stop that!
HANK
Great G.o.d! (_Throwing the crushed petals on the ground_) Say, what's the matter with you?
JONATHAN
I tell you, I'm going back.... I'm going back to my home.... I'm going to find my Uncle Nathaniel. I know he'll take me in. He won't blame me because I'm a cripple.... I know.... I know.... Didn't he say, "Poor Jonathan"?...
[_At this moment Nathaniel enters, and the two stand face to face as they had stood in the lumber-room at their first meeting._
_Hank slinks away._
_Nathaniel is untouched by the years. Jonathan looks at him hopefully, but there is no glint of recognition In Nathaniel's eye._
JONATHAN (_timidly_)
Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
What did you say, my boy?
JONATHAN (_Less and less audible, as his disappointment increases_)
Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
I can't hear you.
JONATHAN
You--are--my--Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
Come, come, my boy. I can't hear you.
JONATHAN
Aren't you--Mr.--Nathaniel--Clay?
NATHANIEL (_kindly, but as to a stranger_)
Yes, I am Mr. Nathaniel Clay.
