BEN (holding her and looking past her to Jane)
No! (Then to Jane) Why are you looking at me like that?
NETTIE
Let me go.
BEN (to Jane)
To hell with your dream of grubbing in the dirt. Now I know what I want, and I’m going to get it.
NETTIE
Let go, dear. (She draws away) I’m ashamed about wearin’ your dress, Cousin Jane. I’ll take it right off.
You needn’t. I guess I don’t want it any more. (For the first time her eyes leave Ben’s face. She turns and steps past them to the door at right and calls) Supper’s ready, Ella!