Then her eye falls upon Joe’s photograph which still lies, face-up, on the table. She takes it in her hand and looks at it. Mechanically she makes as though to put it into the bosom of her dress. She changes her mind, drops it on the table and looks around her again.
She seems to reach a decision. Her face sets and she pushes the photograph vigorously away from her. Joe returns with her satchel.]
Joe
The doc’s give him something to make him sleep. They’re goin’ to get an ambulance an’ take him to the hospital. We can take the doc’s Ford an? . . . It’s a shame, but . . .
Amy
I ain’t going.
Joe
What?
Amy
No, I ain’t going. Why should I go? I like the country. This place suits me all right. It’s just what I was looking for. I’m here and I might as well stick, I guess he ain’t so bad, at that. I guess I
