I was thinking--walking out there I was thinking, if I knew only--what I knew when I came here--that Bernice was dead--I wonder if I could have got past that failure. MARGARET Failure, Craig? CRAIG Of never having had her. That she had lived, and loved me--loved me, you see--lived and loved me and died without my ever having had her. What would there have been to go on living for? Why should such a person go on living? Now--of course it is another world. This comes crashing through my make-believe--and Bernice’s world get to me. Don’t you _see_, Margaret? MARGARET Perhaps--I do. [_She looks at the closed door; looks back to him. Waits._] O-h. [_Waits again, and it grows in her._] Perhaps I do. [_Turns and very slowly goes to the closed door, opens it, goes in. At the other side of the room ABBIE comes in with a floral piece._ CRAIG _No_, Abbie. I just told my sister--I don’t want this room to be different. [_Looking around._] It is different. What have you done to it? [_He sees the pillow crowded in at the side of the fireplace. Restores it to its place in the window._ ABBIE And this was here. [_She returns the vase to its place._ CRAIG Of course it was. But it isn’t right yet. [_After considering._] Why--the tea table! [_ABBIE turns toward the kitchen._] What did you put it out there for? I remember now--I stumbled against it last night. [_They bring it in._] Why, yes, Abbie, the tea-table was always here--before the fire. ABBIE And-- [_She hesitates, but CRAIG follows her eyes to the chair._ CRAIG Yes. [_He too hesitates; then gives the chair its old place before the table, as if awaiting the one who will come and pour tea. A moment they stand looking at it. Then CRAIG looks around the room._] And what if it is still wrong, Abbie? ABBIE In the fall there were always branches in that vase. [_Indicating the one she has returned to its place._] The red and yellow branches from outside. CRAIG Yes. [_He goes out. With feeling which she cannot quite control ABBIE does a few little things at the tea-table, relating one thing to another until it is as it used to be. MARGARET comes out from the room where she has been with Bernice, leaving the door wide open behind her. With the quiet of profound wonder; in a feeling that creates the great stillness, she goes to ABBIE._ MARGARET