Cyn. I don’t know anything about it, Hepsy, but I’ve got to give it a try. I ain’t got money enough to live on an’ I can’t set down in this house and starve. I can’t eat the shingles nor the wall paper. I’m doing the only sensible thing there is to do.
Hep. Trust you to do that, Cynthy. Can I do anything to help you? Hev you got everything packed?
Cyn. Yes, all that I’m going to pack. I was just finishing the last few little things. Cap’n Daniels thinks he can let the house all furnished.
Hep. (explosively). What?
Cyn. So that I won’t have to bother to have my things moved out an’ some—some day (looking around the room with a sigh), I may be able to come home an’ everything will be here waiting for me.
Hep. Cynthia Tinker, do you mean to say that Obed Daniels has let this place already?
Cyn. He thinks so.
Hep. (excited). Who to? Do tell, Cynthy!
Cyn. I don’t know who it is.
Hep. Don’t know? My land! Do you mean that you didn’t ask him?