On our home beside the sea.
But now I am old, infirm and grey
I shall never see those happy days;
I would give my life, all my wealth, and fame
To hear my mother gently call my name."
Towards evening Patsy and Dan returned from a good day's work. Patsy noticed I was quiet and unusually gloomy, and asked:
"What's the matter? Didn't you get anything?"
"No," I replied, "I'm going back to New York."
"Where have you been?" asked Dan.
"To church," I replied.