Mrs. Beeler.
Yes, alone. I want to go alone.
She takes a lily from the vase, and lifting it above her head, goes out through the porch, which is now flooded with sunshine. As she goes out she says:
The Easter sun has risen, with healing in its wings!
She crosses the porch and disappears.
Rhoda.
I felt something dragging me back. It was Aunt Mary's spirit.
Michaelis.
No, it was mine.
Rhoda.