for your martins——? You cried when they circled away in the fall——
[Abe nods.]
I told you God would send them back in the spring, didn't I——?
[She laughs softly.]
You said that He'd forget to tell them and they'd never find the way—but they came—didn't they——?
Abe
Yes, Ma, and I know now they'll come again next spring.
Nancy
So—I want you never again to doubt God, my boy, and I want you never to doubt yourself. Your bare feet, your ragged clothes, how poor you are—this is nothing! It doesn't count here—it's what you feel, it's what you believe—it's what you see that counts! I've taught you to read and write, and now you can do anything! If God takes me——
[She pauses exhausted.]