She’ll go. There ain’t scarcely a drop of Jordan blood in her veins, and she’s the one that goes to mother.

EMMA (coldly)

Light the lamp, Nettie; it’s gettin’ dark.

NETTIE

Yes, mother.

[She starts to light lamp.

HENRY

I’m ashamed of my part of it, makin’ a row, with her on her deathbed.

BEN

You had it right, I guess. I’ve made trouble ever since I came into the world.