Bobbie (as he comes down). Where's your medal?
George (embarrassed). I only wear that on Sundays.
Bobbie. Aw! Why didn't you wear it today? (Eagerly.) Did they give it to you for killing a German, Uncle George?
George. Let's see, Bobbie, how far are you along in school now? Must be in second grade.
Bobbie. Second grade, nothing! I'm way past that. Say, Uncle George, was he a great big German?
Joe (slapping George on the back). Bobbie's got the right idea, old man. We want to hear all about it.
Mable (slipping her arm through George's). Of course we do, but let's give him time to catch his breath first. Come, sit down, George. (Pulls him over to a couch or chair, sits near him. Joe pulls up a chair half facing him, Bobbie stands near.)
George (rather hurriedly). Gee, there are more questions I want to ask you folks. How's...
Mable. Everybody in town is just crazy to see you, George. Miss Spangler called up.
George. That so? She was always a good old scout? How is she?
Mable. Just fine, and can hardly wait to hear
