Evans. Here's Southern hospitality for you. A party out to meet us (they all come forward, some crashing through the shrubs, breaking down the fence, some walk through flower beds. They come up to the porch). Hello, ladies! (without removing his cap) Come on, boys!
[He starts up the steps; other soldiers have come on; some join the group near steps, others go around the house. Mrs. S. takes a step forward, her head held very high.
Mrs. S. I beg your pardon, sir!
[Evans stops, then laughs in an insolent manner.
Evans. What are you doing out here on the front porch, anyway?
Mrs. S. I always receive my visitors at my front door.
Evans. Visitors, eh? Well, we'll make ourselves at home.
Mrs. S. You are are mistaken, sir!
Evans. We are going in there.
Mrs. S. You are not!