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Marmee March:
So you're going to Washington?
Elderly 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?
Elderly 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.
Elderly 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.
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