"All right then, so you won't think your new father and me want to get rid of you. The first thing we'll pick out in our new home, he said it himself tonight, is Alma's room."
"I tell you it's wrong. It's wrong!"
"The rest with Leo can come later, after I've proved to you for a little while that I'm cured. Alma, don't cry! It's my cure. Just think, a good man. A beautiful home to take my mind off—worry. He said tonight he wants to spend a fortune if necessary to cure—my neuralgia."
"Oh, mama, mama, if it were only—that!"
"Alma, if I promise on my—my life! I never felt the craving so little as I do—now."
"You've said that before—and before."
"But never, with such a wonderful reason. It's the beginning of a new life. I know it. I'm cured!"
"Mama, if I thought you meant it."
"I do. Alma, look at me. This very minute I've a real jumping case of neuralgia. But I wouldn't have anything for it except the electric pad. I feel fine. Strong! Alma, the bad times with me are over."
"Oh, mama, mama, how I pray you're right."