You must keep up your courage and your trust. That will help more than anything.
Mother.
I'm afraid!
Rhoda.
Think of those others out there, who are waiting too, without the glimpse of comfort you've had.
Mother.
Bursts out.
I ain't had no comfort! When I heard him pray for my child, I—I don't know—I kept sayin' to myself—"O God, it's me that's stretchin' out my hands to you, not him. Don't punish me for his cold words!"
Martha, who has been listening, shakes her head significantly.
Rhoda.