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Marmee March
So you're going to Washington?
Old Man
Yes, ma'am; my son is sick in the hospital there.
Marmee March
Oh, this will be an anxious Christmas for you.
Marmee March
[finding him a coat]
I think this one will do; let's try this. Is it your only son?
Old Man
No, ma'am. I had four; two were killed, one is a prisoner.
Marmee March
[deeply moved]
You've done a great deal for your country, sir.
Old Man
Oh, not a mite more than I ought, ma'am. I'd go myself if I was any use. Thank you for the overcoat.
Marmee March
Wait a minute...
Marmee March
[giving him some money]
I hope you find him better.
Old Man
Thank you, ma'am. God bless you; merry Christmas. Merry Christmas!
Marmee March
Merry Christmas!