One hundred dollars! After all your blowin’.
HENRY
It’s you, and that child of your’n; you turned her against me.
NETTIE
Well, I just won’t spend my hundred dollars for mournin’. I’ll wear my old black dress!
ELLA
And me makin’ hats all the rest of my life—just makin’ hats!
[The front door is heard to shut behind them. Jane, Ben and Judge are alone. Judge stands by stove. Jane is up by window, looking out at the deepening twilight. Ben sits at right.
BEN
Ha! Ha! Ha! “Crow buzzards” mother called us—the last of the Jordans—crow buzzards—and that’s what we are.