Betsy: You 've hit it! Thank God! The light is shattered. (Then, after a pause.) I seem to remember now. My name is Margaret. I remember—
Joe: What do you remember?
Betsy: A great staircase—a room, with shadows from a candle. And when I was afraid, a lady sang to me. And she set the candle so that the fearful giant upon the wall ran off, and I was safe.
Joe: What else do you remember?
Betsy: I remember—
Joe: Margaret, do you remember me?
(Margaret looks at him and a new memory is stirred.)
Betsy: Yes, I remember you. Were you not a great tall lad whose crook'd elbow was level with my head? And once we climbed a tower—or do I recall a dream? You held me so that I might see the waves breaking on the rocks below. Then with level eyes we looked upon the sea, and cried out our discovery of each glistening sail. Are these things real? One morning you mounted horse, and I was held aloft so that you might stoop and kiss me. You rode off with a clatter on the stones. You turned and waved your hat. And now you have come back. You are Hal. We were playmates once.
Joe: And by luck and God's help we shall be playmates once again.
(He puts his arms around her and kisses her.)