"Truly, we stayed and did our duty, did we not, dear heart?"
"With your help, sweet."
"And deserted not our own!"
"Yours the praise, dear soul."
"And did face our enemies like true people all; is it not so, Michael?"
"It is so."
"Then let us go, my husband. I am sick for my own land, and for the happiness to come."
"Northward we journey, little sweetheart."
"To the blue hills and the sweet-fern?"
"Ay, home."