EMILY: Look! Father Gibbs is bringing some of my ( ) to you. He looks just
( ) George, doesn't he? Oh, Mother Gibbs, I never realized before how
( ) and how... how in the ( ) live people are. Look at him. I ( ) him so. From morning ( ) night, that's all they are—( ).
THE DEAD: Little ( ) than it was.—Yes, that rain's ( ) it off a little. Those ( ) winds always do the same thing, don't they? If it isn't a rain, it's a three-day ( ).—
EMILY: But, Mother Gibbs, one can go ( ); one can go back ( ) again... into living. I ( ) it. I know it. Just then for a ( ) I was thinking about... about the farm... and for a minute I was there, and my ( ) was on my lap as ( ) as day.
MRS. GIBBS: Yes, dear, of ( ) you can.
EMILY: I can go back there and ( ) all those days over again... ( ) not?
MRS. GIBBS: All I can say is, Emily, don't.
EMILY: But it's true, isn't it? I can go and ( )... back there... again.
STAGE MANAGER: Yes, some have ( )—but they soon come back here.
MRS. GIBBS: Don't do it, Emily.
MRS. SOAMES: Emily, don't. It's not what you ( ) it would be.
EMILY: But I won't live over a sad day. I'll choose a happy one—I’ll choose the day I first knew that I loved George.