Sam. (fearfully). I ain’t got nothin’ ter tell, dad!
Lem. You will tell all right if I get after you.
Sam. You always said not to tell things, an’ I ain’t got nothin’ to tell.
Hep. Ain’t he the beatenest young one!
Ber. (picking Sam. up). You keep him frightened to death all the time. He will tell all about who took the pipe from him when you get ready to hear it.
Lem. Miss Cynthy, you hev taken a boarder?
Cyn. I have taken two.
Hep. Two? You don’t ever in this world mean that you have taken in that crazy——
Lem. Hepsy! Will you hush up? I don’t mean that fellow that’s just come to town this morning selling clothes sprinklers. I mean that fellow who was prowling around Bay Point last night in the fog.
Cyn. (indignantly). Who says he was prowling?