Woman.
Thank you, sir.
Hamilton.
[Following her a step or two.] I can only say that I'll do my best to see that you are paid. You're hungry, aren't you?
Woman.
Yes, sir.
Hamilton.
[Takes four corners of napkin and ties chicken inside and hands to her.] Here, take this chicken and have a jolly good supper with your husband. I'm afraid there isn't much for the [He leans over and tenderly removes a corner of the shawl from the head of the sleeping baby.] What's the baby's name?
Woman.
Elizabeth, sir.
Hamilton.
[Smiling.] Elizabeth—is it?
Woman.
Yes, sir.
Hamilton.
[Taking jug of milk from Schuyler, who was to pour some out.] The baby's name is Betsy, father. [Gives jug to Woman.] Milk for Elizabeth! [Zekiel and Schuyler very protesting.] Zekiel, show Mrs. Whalen out. Tell your husband I'm fighting for the men who fought for me, and it's a harder struggle than we had at Valley
