"It is nobody's will. God couldn't will it that way. Just as he had got a little happiness in his way. To think he was willing to take her back. I don't care for myself, we're on in years, Ben—we're done—and now we've lost our—all—nothing to live for—"
"Mamma, mamma, don't talk that way. Let me try to make up to you for—"
"I can't face going home. He was my life, that boy. He made up for what we suffered through our own. He was a son to us. I can't face going home without him. Albert—where are you? Albert!"
"Mamma, mamma, won't you let me try to make up, dear, for what I have failed you?"
"Albert—can't you hear me—Albert—"
"Carrie, we've got our daughter back. Isn't that something to be—"
"I want my son, I tell you."
"Mamma darling, you're killing me. Let me make it up to you—even a little—the—"
"No, no; you're not a daughter to me. I want my son. Our way was his way."
"Mamma, please—take me home in his place. I'll make it up to you. Let me go back, dear, in Albert's place. I want to pay up—to you. I'm finished—here, dear. I'm ready—ready—"