Ile (Mrs. Keeney)
Mrs. Keeney says
I wanted to be with you, David, don’t you see? I didn’t want to wait back there in the house all alone as I’ve been doing these last six years since we were married–waiting, and watching, and fearing–with nothing to keep my mind occupied–not able to go back teaching school on account of being Dave Keeney’s wife. I used to dream of sailing on the great, wide, glorious ocean. I wanted to be your side in the danger and vigorous life of it all. I wanted to see you the hero they make you out to be in Homeport. And instead– all I find is ice–and cold–and brutality! Oh, I know it isn’t your fault, David. You see, I didn’t believe you. I guess I was dreaming about the old Vikings in the story-books and I thought you were one of them. es, you were very kind, David. I know that. I won’t stand it–I can’t stand it–pent up these walls like a prisoner. Take me away from here, David! If I don’t get away from here, out of this terrible ship, I’ll go mad! Take me home, David! I can’t think any more. I feel as if the cold and the silence were crushing down on my brain. I’m afraid. Take me home!