AUGUST
[After some hemming.] The same to you.
ROSE
[With bitter iciness.] If you don't want me, I can go again.
AUGUST
[Simply.] Where else do you want to go to? An' where have you been?
ROSE
He that asks much, hears much. More sometimes than he'd like to.—Marthel, come over here to me a bit. [MARTHEL goes. Rose has seated herself not far from the stove and takes the younger girl's hand. Then she says:] What's the matter with father?
MARTHEL
[Embarrassed, timid, speaks softly.] I don't know that neither.