Yet not for it as his, not that at all,
But for the building of it.
Mrs. Orr.
Of course.
Mrs. Egerton.
And now
That it has taken form you cannot think
How like a boy he is, how eagerly
He flees here from the business of the day
And how he walks about enjoying it.
'Tis like the sea. When he is here alone
The burden of his great business falls away
And he is young again. I sometimes feel,
Lying in bed at night and knowing he
Is walking here alone, the lights turned low,
And listening for the sighing of the pines,
That somehow 'tis a woman he has made
And that she whispers to him in these hours,
Comes to him beautiful from out the pines
After his long, long wooing of her——
Mrs. Orr.
I see!
Beautiful, beautiful! I see! I see!
It needed that one breath to make it live.
Mrs. Egerton.
To Donald, yes.
Mrs. Orr.