A Boy. My, it's good!
Char. (coming over to where they are). Aren't you getting cold?
A Boy. No, no; not a bit; and besides, we want to skip stones.
The Baby. Me skip stones, too.
[At the suggestion, they all jump up from the box, still eating, and run to the back of scene.
A Boy. Bet I can throw across the river.
Another Boy. Bet you can't.
[They both try.
The Boy. I did. See where it hit!
The Younger Boy. Well, I most did.