Cold words!
Mother.
Yes, I know it's wrong. I'll try to feel different. It's because I ain't had nothin' to do with religion for so long.—If my baby gets well, I'll make up for it. I'll make up for everything.
The woman rises. Rhoda kisses her.
Rhoda.
I shall be here if you want me. And I shall—pray for you.
The mother goes out. Distant singing is heard. Martha comes to the mantelpiece with matches, which she arranges in the match tray. She looks at Rhoda, who sits with closed eyes.
Martha.
Guess you're about dead beat.
Rhoda.