Abner. Well, how much do you want?
Cyn. Not anything. I appreciate your kindness but I couldn’t do that.
Abner. Better do it. I’m perfectly willing.
Cyn. No. No, thank you.
Abner (walking to door). Well, just as you like, but don’t say I didn’t offer to help you. Good-night.
(Exit, C. Cyn. stands looking after him puzzled for a second; then she walks to fireplace, turns and looks about the room slowly, repeats softly.)
Cyn. “This is my home in foul weather as well as fair. The fog is lifting and the Keeper of the Beacon is sending me brighter rays to steer my course.”
(Suddenly and determinedly takes the pictures and vases from box and places them back on the mantel.)
Obadiah Daniels (knocking on the door). I say, Cynthy! This is Obed! Kin I come in a minit? (Enters C. He is small and wiry, white hair and whiskers.) Land, Cynth, I’m nearly drowned! Sech a night an’ the queerest thing’s happened. Fer the love of Admiral Farragut will you lend me a lantern?
Cyn. (laughing). I’ll lend you one for love of yourself, Obed. We don’t need to go way back to Admiral Farragut.