LIZBETH. Good-evening.
MRS. VERNON. Hasn't Kate had the politeness to ask you in?
TRAVERS. Well, it's a little cooler out here.
KATE. Won't you come in?
MRS. VERNON. Do come—the skeeters'll kill you out there.
TRAVERS enters.
JOE. Don't sit there. I just splashed some water there, an' it'ud spot them pants scandalous. [Down to melodeon.
MRS. VERNON. Lizbeth, give Mr. Travers the rocker.
LIZBETH to bench.
TRAVERS. Oh, no, I beg of you.