[Marthy takes picture, rolls it in her apron, and starts to door.
[Enter Bev from the hall. He, too, is very changed. All his boyish gaiety is covered with a deep sorrow. He tries to speak cheerfully to comfort her.
Fair. Oh, Bev, I've been wishing so you'd come.
[She goes quickly to him. He puts his arm around her, comforting her.
Marthy. Why don't you chullen go out fer a little walk. Mars Bev'll tek good care of you. It ud do you good, honey.
Fair (looks towards the window). Oh, no; not out there.
Bev. We'll be all right here; don't you worry, Marthy.
[Exit Marthy.
Fair. Bev, have you spoken to Charlotte?
Bev. Yes; she and mother seem so much better now. She's taken off the white dress and put on the black one. Mother said they both had so much left to live for. And Charlotte smiled and called me to her, and asked if the soldiers were still here, and if my uniform was finished, and begged me not to be unhappy. And she told me George was just as much ours as he had ever been, and told me how proud she was when all the soldiers told her he had been the first one in the fight.