American drama -- 20th century; Farm life -- Drama; Inheritance and succession -- Drama; Maine -- Drama
HENRY
We’ll see. I don’t like countin’ on mother’s going; that way.
SADIE (_hopefully_)
Grandmother lived to eighty-four.
HENRY
All our folks was long lived; nothin’ lasts like it used to,--Poor
mother!
ELLA
Of course she’ll divide equal, between us three?
HENRY (_doubtfully_)
Well, I don’t know!
SADIE
Orin is her only grandchild; she won’t forget that.
HENRY
Nettie, there, is just the same as my own. I adopted her legal, when
I married Emma.
EMMA
Of course you did. Your mother’s too--just a woman to make
distinctions!
NETTIE
Yes, and the funny part of it is grandma may leave me a whole lot,
for all any of _you_ know.
ELLA
Nonsense! She’ll divide equally between us three; won’t she, Henry?
HENRY (_sadly_)
She’ll do as she pleases, I guess we all know that.
ELLA
She’s a religious woman, she’s _got_ to be fair!
HENRY
Well, I guess it would be fair enough if she was to remember the
trouble I’ve had with my business. I don’t know what she’s worth,
she’s as tight-mouthed as a bear trap, but I could use more’n a third
of quite a little sum.
ELLA
Well, you won’t get it. Not if I go to law.
EMMA
It’s disgusting. Talking about money at a time like this.
HENRY
I like to see folks reasonable. I don’t know what you’d want of a
third of all mother’s got, Ella.
SADIE (_to Ella_)
You, all alone in the world!
ELLA
Maybe I won’t be, when I get that money.
SADIE
You don’t mean you’d get married?
EMMA
At your age!
ELLA
I mean I never had anything in all my life; now I’m going to. I’m the
youngest of all of you, except Ben, and he never was a real Jordan.
I’ve never had a chance; I’ve been stuck here till I’m most forty,
worse than if I was dead, fifty times worse! Now I’m going to buy
things--everything I want--I don’t care what--I’ll buy it, even if
it’s a man! Anything I want!
NETTIE
A man!
[_Nettie looks at Ella in cruel amazement and all but Orin burst into
a laugh--Ella turns up and hides her face against the window as Orin
pulls at his mother’s skirt._
ORIN
Mum! Mum! I thought you told me not to laugh, not once, while we was
here!
HENRY
You’re right, nephew, and we’re wrong, all of us. I’m sorry, Ella,
we’re all sorry.
ELLA (_wipes her eyes_)
Laugh if you want to--maybe it won’t be so long before I do some of
it myself.
HENRY (_thoughtfully_)
Equally between us three? Well, poor mother knows best of course.
[_He sighs._
SADIE
She wouldn’t leave _him_ any, would she,--Ben?
ELLA (_shocked_)
Ben!
HENRY (_in cold anger_)
She’s a woman of her word; no!
SADIE
If he was here he’d get around her; he always did!
HENRY
Not again!
SADIE
If she ever spoiled anybody it was him, and she’s had to pay for it.
Sometimes it looks like it was a sort of a judgment.
HENRY
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