Hannah. Yes, indeed; and we wouldn’t part with it for the world. It’s been handed down from father to son ever since the first Nutter landed in America.
John. And used year in and year out. It’s seasoned with the good grog of five generations.
Jarius. Jes’ so. Seen some tight times, I reckon. Come, Ned, it’s your turn.
Ned. No, I thank you. I never drink.
Will. (Drinks.) No? I stand his watch.
Jarius. Jes’ so. So Ned don’t like it, hey?
Ned. Ned never tasted it, Mr. Jordan. My poor mother’s last request was that I should never touch it. Don’t you think a mother’s last request should be sacred?
Jarius. Don’t I? As sacred as the family Bible.
Ned. As sacred as the memory of the loved and lost. I had a good mother, Mr. Jordan.
Jarius. Jes’ so. You show it.