JIM:
Jim, granddad three times over?
It’s well you broke it piecemeal: the old callant’s
A waffly heart; and any sudden joy
Just sets it twittering: but the more the merrier!

JUDITH:
You shall not wreck their happiness. I’d not dreamed
Such happiness as theirs could be in this world.
Since it was built, there’s not been such a home
At Krindlesyke: it’s only been a house ...

JIM:
’Twas just about as homely as a hearse
In my young days: but my luck’s turned, it seems.

JUDITH:
It takes more than four walls to make a home,
And such a home as Michael’s made for Ruth.
Though she’s a fendy lass; she’s too like me,
And needs a helpmate, or she’ll waste herself;
And, with another man, she might have wrecked,
Instead of building. She’s got her man, her mate:
Husband and father, born, day in, day out,
He works to keep a home for wife and weans.
There’s never been a luckier lass than Ruth:
Though she deserves it, too; and it’s but seldom
Good lasses are the lucky ones; and few
Get their deserts in this life.