The Man with the Spade:
Poor little fellow!
The Mother:
He was raving only about this New Land. He dreamt about nothing else. He was quite wrapped up in it, he and the other boys, his play-fellows.
The Father:
Our son!
The Man with the Spade:
And, poor boy, he never lived to see it. But boys are not the only ones whose heads are full of this New Land, this Land of Hopes. It has caught everybody’s fancy. Everyone is raving about it and wants to go there. I myself
The Mother:
Ah! and he here, my husband. He’s always trying to persuade and urge me that we should go.
The Man with the Spade:
You, too? To begin a new life
The Father:
Yes, that’s what I want; there’s nothing to keep me here now. We’ve lost our child, and everything here reminds me now of our latest sorrow. Our son! I can live here no longer. His only longing was for the New Land.
The Man with the Spade:
Ay, like all of us.
