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