Jo.
And this verse is mighty fine. Are you listening? [Reads.]
“Mother Mary! in piteousness,
To your poor children of the sea,
Reach down your arms in their distress;
With God their intercessor be.
Unto the Heart Divine your prayer
Will make an end to all their care.”
[Staring into the bed.] Are you asleep? Aunt! Are you asleep? [A knock—she tiptoes to cook-shed door, puts her finger to her lips in warning to Clementine and Kaps, who enter.] Softly, Miss.
Clementine.