Cyn. Yes, it is true, dearie. There’s no other way.
Ariel. Why, it can’t be true! There must be some way. Why, what am I going to do without you? You are all the mother I have got, and I need you to help me bear my troubles. Surely you could find something to do here in Bay Point.
Cyn. No, I can’t. There isn’t a thing. The factory over to Tylerville has shut down for good. Layford has failed, and there ain’t another thing I can do in my own home, so I got to go out of it to earn a living.
Ariel. Some one else will be sure to take the factory and you can get work again.
Cyn. Some time, maybe, but I can’t set around and wait.
Ariel. It will be summer before long and maybe you could get some boarders.
Cyn. Now you know, Arey, that summer people haven’t begun to come here yet. Maybe they will some time, but I can’t wait for them, either.
Ariel. Well, I don’t care! It’s simply dreadful! I know you don’t want to go! Why, you love this house and everything in it! I have heard you say so time and time again.
Cyn. Yes, you have, dearie. It’s—true—(breaking down) I don’t want to go.
Ariel (kneeling by her). Oh, how selfish I am! I was just thinking of myself. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.