INT. HOWELL PARLOR—TEN YEARS LATER
Eliza and Jem, who has a cane in his hand, are sitting on a settee. Eliza has her head on Jem's shoulder, and they are talking quietly. In run two children—William, age nine, and Charlotte, age seven. William is brandishing a toy sword and riding a stick horse. Charlotte is running after him.
Willie, please! I want to play, too! Why can't I play?
Willie stabs an invisible enemy.
All right, you rascals, what's going on here?
Willie's playing soldier, and I wanna play, too, but he won't let me!
(scoffs) Don't be silly, Charlotte, girls don't fight!
(warningly) William Robert Howell…
(sheepishly) Yes, Ma?
Eliza gives him a look, and together she and Jeremiah get to their feet.
Will, you be nice to your sister and let her play.
(sighs) Yes, Pa. Here, Charlotte.
He gives her the hobbyhorse, and she takes it with a smile. Together, they begin playing.
All right, you two, go and vex your uncle Johnny and aunt Sally for a while. We'll be along directly.
(as they exit) You know, Charlotte, girls can't fight in heroic battles, like us men.
I know. But I like to pretend.
They exit. Jem and Eliza look at each other with knowing faces.
They have no idea, do they?
Let's not tell them.
They chuckle together and exit arm-in-arm. Lights
fade out. End scene VII. End Act II.
(A/N: So? What did you think? A satisfactory ending? I liked writing this a lot. Thanks for sticking around 'till the end!)