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Not now. Oh, you pretty kid! You pretty little thing!

[He catches her fiercely in his arms.

You must n’t, Ben!

(triumphant)

Must n’t! You don’t know me!

Just one then! (She holds up her lips, and as he kisses her ardently, the dining-room doors back of them open and Jane stands in the doorway, looking at them. She has removed her apron and has made some poor attempt at dressing up. Back of her we see the table bravely spread for the festive birthday party. There is a large turkey and other special dishes, and a round cake on which blaze twenty-two tiny candles. They turn their heads, startled, as Jane looks at them, and Ben tightens his arms defiantly about Nettie) Let me go!

(holding her and looking past her to Jane) No!

(Then to Jane) Why are you looking at me like that?

Let me go.

(to Jane)

To hell with your dream of grubbing in the dirt. Now I know what I want, and I ’m going to get it.

Let go, dear. (She draws away) I ’m ashamed about wearin’ your dress, Cousin Jane, I ’ll take it right off.