"How wonderful—your coming!"
"I—you think it was not nice of me—to come?"
"I think it was the nicest thing that ever happened in the world."
"All the way here in the train, I kept saying—crazy—crazy—running to tell Leon—Lieutenant—Kantor good-bye—when you haven't even seen him three times in three years—"
"But each—each of those three times we—we've remembered, Gina."
"But that's how I feel toward all the boys, Leon—our fighting boys—just like flying to them to kiss them each one good-bye."
"Come over, Gina. You'll be a treat to our mother. I—well, I'm hanged—all the way from Philadelphia!"
There was even a sparkle to talk then, and a let-up of pressure. After a while, Sarah Kantor looked up at her son, tremulous but smiling.
"Well, son, you going to play—for your old mother before—you go? It'll be many a month—spring—maybe longer before I hear my boy again except on the discaphone."
He shot a quick glance to his sister.