MARY:

D-E-A-R Uncle Archie,

How are you?

I'm fine. Everybody else is too.

Please come home.



ARCHIBALD:

Home.

I have no home.



MARY:

Martha says that you're in Paris.



ARCHIBALD:

It's a house, child.



MARY:

Is that very far away?



ARCHIBALD:

It's just a house,



MARY:

Do they have nice girls and boys there?



ARCHIBALD:

And I can't get far enough away from it.



MARY:

Please come home.



MARTHA:

Now, just sign it.



MARY:

Should I say that Colin's well now?



ARCHIBALD:

Streets of Paris, like a maze.



MARY:

Should I say that Doctor Craven...



ARCHIBALD:

Sleepless nights and aimless days.



MARTHA:

I think that what you have is good.

Let's get it posted on its way.

He'll rush home, then you can tell

Him all the rest you have to say.



MARY:

Oh, kind sir, Uncle Archie, ARCHIBALD:

Can't forget, can't eat,

I wish that you could see Or sleep, or live.

When you come in to the garden.

Please come home.



ARCHIBALD:

Can't forgive.



MARY:

Yours truly?



MARTHA:

Well, maybe . . .



MARY:

Sincerely?



MARTHA:

How's about...



MARY:

Your friend, Mary.