Act II

Nothing. I just been busy, that’s all. I was going to call you as soon as I wasn’t busy.

I thought maybe you were sick or something. I tried to call you up two mornings⁠—I mean, at your hotel⁠—and they said you couldn’t be waked up before one o’clock, I think it was.

That’s only because I been up late the night before, working. We got the song all finished.

It’s beautiful! I had no idea it would turn out so beautiful! It’s beautiful!

We’re going to sing it for Mr.Mr. Hart as soon as he gets here.

It’s a beautiful song. Up to now I felt it was sort of ours together. I mean, the way it started when we were on the train, and then you telling me how it was getting along every day, and now all of a sudden it’s finished and I haven’t got anything to do with it any more.

Yes, you have. When it’s published I’ll make them put your name on the cover⁠—“Dictated to Miss Edna Baker.”

Oh, Fred, I’d love that! But I’d love something else better.

What’s that?