CARTER
[Nervously.]
Ferget it, Jane. You're like my wife, yer mouth spoils yer cookin'—ef I do say so. Now you got Alec, and he's good an' strong, and soon he'll
JANE
[Interrupting.]
Ben Carter, you sit there and tell me I got Alec. [Excitedly.] What about Jim? What about Joe?
CARTER
Now, Jane—you're such out o' sorts. Don't bring up poor Joe.
JANE
[Bitterly.]
Yer hund'ed dollars didn't shut me up. Yer com'permised with Jim.
CARTER
[Getting up.]
Ef you will keep throwin' up that accident, why, I'll gie yer my house-room. Naggin' won't bring Joe back.
JANE
Ah know it-but if I 'a' killed him, I'd be skeered to call his name.
CARTER
[Excitedly.]
Killed him! Don't talk like that, Jane. You talk like I killed that boy on pu'pose [shouting], when you know I didn't.
JANE
Maybe you didn't kill him on purpose, but killin' is killin'; an' you got off with payin' Jim a hund'ed dollars.
CARTER
I done what I thought was fair. If you'-all had 'a' gone to law maybe you wouldn't 'a' got nothin'.
