Lee. We must get to work just as soon as possible. I’ve got to throw a bluff about the artist business. Say, what are you going to pretend you are doing in Bay Point?
Peter. Don’t let that worry you!
Lee. Well, you don’t want to choose the same thing I have.
Peter. Say, you make me tired! You haven’t got the only crop of brains on earth. I guess I can think up something for myself, and you just bet it won’t be any such silly line of labor as you are engaged in.
(Takes all the muffins from the plate and exits, C. Lee stands looking after him a second and then slowly exits by stairs. Slight pause.)
Enter Hep., C.
Hep. Cynthy! Cynthy! (Looks about, goes to door, R.) Where are you? (Cyn. enters C., with a pan of potatoes.) Oh, there you are! I couldn’t hardly wait to swallow my breakfast. Obed Daniels came over last night an’ he said you’d got some more work an’ weren’t goin’ ter leave after all. I wouldn’t ’a’ been ten seconds gettin’ here if it hadn’t been for the night. Did yer ever see sech a storm as we had last night? I wuz scared to come over agin. How’d you happen ter git work after I left, Cynthy? Weren’t it dreadful sudden?
Cyn. Yes, it was rather sudden.
(Sits down and pares some potatoes.)
Hep. And my land, how did you happen ter get work on sech a night?