FREDA
(With steadiness and determination.)
Floyd, I am tired of the whole business. I want to go away—over the ice—anywhere—away. I can't live it out here till the river breaks next spring. I'll die. I know it. I want to quit it all and go away. And I want to go at once.
(She lays her hand in appeal on the back of his. His hand turns over and captures hers. He does not know what to say.)
Well?