Raymond MacDonald Alden, Why the Chimes Rang: A Play in One Act
“ HOLGER. Oh, thou art hungry! (He turns to the shelf, takes his own untasted bowl of porridge, brings it to her) Dame, here is food!WOMAN. (Rousing) Food, give it to me, child, I am dying for food! (HOLGER gives her the porridge and sits down on the floor beside her.) HOLGER. (Watching her as she devours the porridge) Ah, poor soul!—Why, thou wert starving!—Na, just see!—Mother says that's what makes my little brother so round and rosy, because he eats so much porridge,—you like it, don't you?WOMAN. It is life itself! ”
