"If—it—beckons—" He repeated in weary monotone.
"'Tain't, Benny!"
"I'll be going to bed," he said.
"That's it, Benny. Good night."
"Good night, maw."
She stood there listening to his feet thudding up the stairs. She heard him knocking about in the room overhead. A door banged. She stood quite still. There were footsteps moving slowly. A window was thrown open.
She looked up to see him leaning far out over the sill.
Her eyes went down the slope of the moonlight-bathed corn field.
Her right hand curled itself into a fist.
"Ole—scarecrow—!"