Hep. (disgusted). Yes, leave it to your pa to hang out at the store.
Sam. An’—an’—it isn’t pleasant out——
Cyn. (laughing). No, I guess it ain’t. That’s one truthful story, Sammy, if you never tell another.
Sam. (beginning to grow encouraged). An’—an’—pa forgot his pipe an’ he sent me home for it, an’—I was goin’ along holdin’ the pipe in my hand—an’—an’—you can’t see a thing out, the fog’s so thick—an’ a man come right out the fog an’ grabbed the pipe out o’ my hand an’ ran off with it.
Cyn. (with a gasp). My land!
Hep. Samuel Henry, where do you expect to go when you die?
Sam. It’s so! It is so, maw!
Cyn. Well, of all the queer——
Hep. Didn’t I tell you? He jest lost that pipe somewhere and that’s the kind of a story he makes up, and the Rev. Mr. Peters thinks he is smart.
Cyn. Well, my land, if he can tell it off as natural as all that and look as innocent as he does, he sartain is smart. Sammy, you don’t really mean a man took your father’s pipe away from you? Bay Point folks don’t do things like that.