Ariel. Why, lots of girls younger than I am marry.
Cyn. Well, because some folks is foolish——(Suddenly stops and looks at her.) Land o’ goshen, Arey, there ain’t some one you want to marry, is there?
Ariel (faintly). I didn’t say so.
Cyn. Who is it?
Ariel. No one in Bay Point, Miss Cynthy. And it can’t ever come to anything. He is just the kind that father wouldn’t approve of.
Cyn. I never knew it to fail.
Ariel. And I’m so unhappy. (Begins to cry.)
Cyn. (dryly). Of course! Dyin’ of a broken heart!
Ariel (reproachfully). Why, Miss Cynthy!
Cyn. (going to her and putting her arms around her). There, child, you know I’m sorry for you. Only you’re so young, it seems so kind of foolish for you to be talking about marrying any one.