HENRY
Well—what’s passed is passed. Folks that plant the wind reap the whirlwind! There’s no use cryin’ over spilled milk.
ORIN
Say, Mum! What do you s’pose Uncle Henry thinks he means when he says things?
HENRY
Somehow I can’t help wishin’ you was my son for just about five minutes.
[Hannah and Judge Bradford enter.
HANNAH
They’re all in here, Judge.
JUDGE