Hep. (pulling him onto a rug). Stand on a rug! My land! Did any one ever see sech a young one? What do you want o’ me?
Sam. A man has stole father’s pipe.
Cyn. (astonished). Good land!
Hep. (sternly). Now, Samuel Henry, that will do right now before you go any further!
Sam. ’Tain’t no story, maw. It’s so. I was a-goin’ along an’——
Hep. (warningly). Samuel Henry!
Sam. (beginning to whimper). It’s so, maw. I tell you it’s so!
Cyn. Gracious, Hepsy, I’d listen to what he says.
Hep. Listen to sech foolishness?
Sam. ’Tain’t foolish, maw. Pa’s over to the store, you know he is.