Whut is it?
Betty
Nuthin’—
Lloyd
Tell me—
Betty (with sudden passion)
Oh, them! That cabin! Them people! That man! I’m afeard of him, he’s a part of these woods here! He’s part of this. I don’t like it. It’s busy, busy a-doin’ sump’n I can’t understand! They ain’t nuthin’ clear t’ me. Why’d he look at me that a-way? Why’d he want me t’ borry a coat t’ keep warm? Why’d he stir up the f’ar—fer me? Why did he?
Lloyd
Why, Betty, he uz only bein’ nice t’ you. He liked you. People like you—you’re sweet, you’re purty—
Betty