JIM. Wait a minute. [Takes gumbo from fire.] Yes, sir—she's gettin' hot. [Puts it back and whistles a tune.
DAVE. I've almost made a set o' furniture myself.
JIM. Have, eh?
DAVE. Dug it out with that little draw-knife. I tell you—you can make anything that's made out of wood—with a draw-knife.
JIM. [On anvil again.] Well, it seems to me, Dave, that you're going at it the wrong way.
DAVE. How's that?
JIM. The old man won't give his consent till you git a steady job.
DAVE. That's it—
JIM. And you want a steady job so's you can marry Lizbeth?
DAVE. Exactly.