DAVE. [Ominously.] Why, Lizbeth, the sooner we git married an' git out o' this, the better.
LIZBETH. [Hopelessly.] Well, what kin I do?
DAVE. [Working.] Dog gone it—if I had a stidy job!
LIZBETH. [Understandingly.] I know that, Dave. [Goes back to pan.
DAVE. [Bragging.] An' you bet your father knows it.
LIZBETH. [Portentously.] Well, I told ma—
DAVE. An' that's what he said. If I had a stidy job—
Enter EM'LY.
EM'LY. Hello—
DAVE. Why, how de do?