MRS. VERNON. Well, what about breakfast, everybody?
JOE. Let's finish it—come Sam—
SAM. I've had mine.
JOE. Well, come talk to us.
SAM. [Going.] All right—got heaps to tell you.
LIZBETH. How do you like the Southern Hotel?
Exeunt all but DAVE and JIM. JIM takes clinker and turns it carefully over in his hand. Then looks through forge—goes to bench near dog, and gets on hands and knees, looking under it.
DAVE. What you lost?
JIM. Here it is—[Rises.] Some more of that gumbo. [Crosses to forge.
DAVE. What you goin' to do?