Before it was a house,
And now a living thing. I see! I see!
(Kisses the little pines)
If one could only know it is not God
Whispering through the walls of our new home
Some dreadful word, and yet with voice so low.
Mrs. Orr.
My dear, your words are perfect Greek to me.
Mrs. Egerton.
You know they say the men are suffering so.
And Donald does not seem to see.
Mrs. Orr.
(Vaguely)