Hep. Yes, Lem! What is it?
Enter Lem. He is tall and angular; about forty years old, and self-important.
Lem. Mornin’, Miss Cynthy. I hear you ain’t leavin’ us after all.
Cyn. No, I’ve decided to stay.
Hep. Lem Sawyer, what do you suppose Cynthy has up an’ done?
Lem. I swan, I give up. You wimmen folks is likely ter do most anything. What now?
Hep. She’s took a boarder. A teetotal stranger! Took him right out o’ the fog last night.
Lem. Well, that ain’t the only queer thing that wuz done in the bay last night. Where’s Samuel?
Hep. Samuel? Mercy sakes, gone to school, I suppose. (Looks at clock.) No, ’tain’t time yet. I don’t know where he is.
Lem. Well, I got to get holt o’ him before he gets into school. Come an’ look for him!