Jimmy: Always sunshine? Never any dark?
Rachel: No, honey.
Jimmy: You’d—never—be—afraid there, then, would you? Never afraid of nothing?
Rachel: No, honey.
Jimmy (With a big sigh): Oh!—Oh! I wisht it was here—not there. (Puts his hand up to Rachel’s face; suddenly sits up and looks at her). Why, Ma Rachel dear, you’re crying. Your face is all wet. Why! Don’t cry! Don’t cry!
Rachel (Gently): Do you remember that I told you the lady at the gate had tears of joy in her eyes, when the two, dear, little boys smiled that beautiful smile?
Jimmy: Yes.
Rachel: Well, these are tears of joy, honey, that’s all—tears of joy.
Jimmy: It must be awful queer to have tears of joy, ’cause you’re happy. I never did. (With a sigh). But, if you say they are, dear Ma Rachel, they must be. You knows everything, don’t you?
Rachel (Sadly): Some things, honey, some things. (A silence).