MR TODD 
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Oh, loving Father of all, what a world Thou hast made !  
What a gift is life !  How much it holds of love and 
laughter !  Is there anything more, anything better ?  I 
cannot believe it.  Is there anything, anybody that could 
make me happier ?    
THOMAS.  Mr. Todd. 
[Enter TODD.  
EUPHEMIA.  Good afternoon, Mr. Todd !  So glad to see 
you !  Why, how strange you look !  What have you to 
say to me ?   
[TODD whispers in her ear.  
EUPHEMIA.  How splendid !  You mean it ?  It is true ?  
Better than all the rest !  Come, come ! 
[She throws her arm round his neck and runs laugh-
ing out of the room with him.  
[Enter CARR and CHARLEY, a toy steam-engine puff-
ing in front of them ;  they follow on hands and 
knees.  The engine stops at the other end of the 
room.  
CHARLEY.  Oh, my poor engine’s stopped !   
CARR.  You must pour more spirit into it. 
[CHARLEY goes to the cupboard and gets it, busying 
himself until CARR’S exit.  CARR sighs heavily, 
and sits down thoughtfully. 
Todd’s been too frequently to this house.  Well, Charley 
and I must get on as best we can.  Life is a hard thing, 
my God !   
 
“ Meantime there is our life here.  Well ? ” 
 
It seems sometimes to me as if all the world’s wisdom 
were summed up in that one Epicurus phrase.  For if Todd 
has solved all their problems with a word, at least he