Polly. Indeed I will, if you will give me the chance.
Bijah. That's well said, Polly. (Puts arm about her.)
We'll all be bright and gay
When Polly names the day.
(Both laugh and walk up stage to window.)
Ruth. Gordon, are you satisfied?
Col. Roger, can you ever forgive me?
Roger (taking his hand). With my whole heart, sir. We have much to be grateful for, that fate led me into Newcomb's way. But where is Dorothy?
(Dor. laughs outside.)
Ruth. Here she comes, laughing as usual. If she were wrecked in mid ocean, that silvery laugh of hers would wake echoes on the waves.
(Enter Dor. and Potts; Dor. does not see Roger, who stands in window.)