[Joe does not stir. He gazes at Kezia with a puzzled and tender expression.]
Joe. What's come to thee, lass?
Kezia. Guess!
[Kezia clasps her hands behind her head and looks into Joe's face with a happy smile.]
Joe. Cain't at all.
Kezia. Come close, sweetheart.
[She draws nearer to Joe, who does not move, and tries to keep the cane hidden. He suddenly draws her close to him with his right arm, and whispers.]
Joe. Kezia.
Kezia [softly]. Joey, my dear! [She nestles closer to him and puts her head on his shoulder.] He'll be the dearest little thing a woman ever bore.
[Joe laughs softly, kisses Kezia gently on the eyes, brow, and then month, and holds her closely to him.]