MARY. It's too late for that now. And I'm glad you didn't--yes, I am--I'm
glad. We'll go before God clean-handed. And we'll say to Him we didn't
steal, or do anything He didn't want us too. And we'll tell Him we've died
because people wouldn't allow us to live.
JOE. [_With a shudder._] No. Not that--we'll wait, Mary. Don't speak of
that.
MARY. [_Wistfully._] You've thought of it too?
JOE. Thought of it! Don't, Mary, don't! It's bad enough, in the night,
when I lie there and think of to-morrow! Something will happen--it must.
MARY. What? We haven't a friend in the world.
JOE. I may meet some one I used to know.