I don't know.

SUSAN

He ran away. Why doesn't he come home?

JONATHAN

Because--oh, I don't know.

SUSAN

Who are you?

JONATHAN

I'm a vagrant.

SUSAN

Are you hungry?

JONATHAN (_looking toward Hank_)

No. I'm not.... I'm not begging.... But will you do something for me?

SUSAN

Yes, if I can.

[Ill.u.s.tration: JONATHAN MAKES A WISH

ACT II.]

JONATHAN

Will you play for me?

SUSAN

Oh, yes.... What shall I play?

JONATHAN

Anything.

[_Jonathan notices his dirty hands._

Excuse me a moment.

[_He goes to a bird-bath and washes his hands, wipes them and returns to the piano._

_Susan plays a bit of a nocturne with ease and grace._

JONATHAN

Do you remember this?

[_He hums "All on a Summer Day."_

SUSAN

Oh, yes.

[_She plays the tune in a sophisticated musical way, but Jonathan is disappointed._

SUSAN

You don't like it?

JONATHAN

That isn't exactly the way it goes.

SUSAN

Oh, yes, it is.

[_She plays it once more and sings it._

JONATHAN

No--no--no. It ought to go this way.

[_He sings it as he had sung it years before._

SUSAN

You sing that just as Jonathan used to sing it.

JONATHAN

I like it that way.

SUSAN

Did Jonathan teach it to you?

JONATHAN