Anne rises and goes to the dresser. She opens drawer. Maire watches her.
MAIRE (waiting) I made a good girl out of you, anyway.
ANNE
You wouldn't let me use stroller words when we were on the road.
Do you mind of that?
MAIRE
I kept you to the mannerly ways. I have that to my credit.
ANNE (showing Maire the verses) Read that, Maire. It was James that made it.
MAIRE
It's a song, I declare.
ANNE
No, Maire, it's a poem.
MAIRE
A poem? O, that's grand!
She begins to read it eagerly.
ANNE
And, Maire—