We’ll go on the lake.
Betty
Oh, yes, we’ll go on the lake! (Thoughtfully.) Nen whur’ll we go to?
Lloyd
Acrost the lake—or down to the other end. We c’n git a snack t’ eat at Binghams. We’ll do that ’n’ then row home. We won’t come back here t’ the woods if you don’t want to—
Betty
We couldn’t jist stay—in the middle of the lake—awhile?
Lloyd
Course we could—fer a while. But you’d be hungry. You’d be cold out thar too after a while. The wind blows—
Betty (fearfully)