Whut is it?
Betty
Lloyd, le’s go away frum here—
Lloyd
Whur’d you want to go to?
Betty
Out of here, out of these woods! (Pleading for him to understand.) Oh, you think I ain’t right. I cain’t expect you to know how I feel. They’s sump’n—I don’t know what it is— Please! It’s like the woods wuz waitin’—
Lloyd
Like a animal.
Betty