[the Meade family mourns their son Darcy. Mrs. Meade crying]
Dr. Meade:
Don't, my dear. Not here. Let's go home.
[Melanie comes to Dr. Meade]
Melanie Hamilton:
Dr. Meade, not...?
Dr. Meade:
Yes. Our boy, Darcy.
Mrs. Meade:
[cries]
I was making these mittens for him. He won't need them now.
Phil Meade:
Well, I'm going to enlist! I'll show 'em, I'll kill all these yankees!
Melanie Hamilton:
Phil Meade, you hush your mouth. Do you think it will help your mother to have you off getting shot, too? I never heard of anything so silly.
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