Elly
No. ’Tain’t wrong. ’N people will do it. That’s the trouble: they will do it. ’N do you know who it is does it? D’you know who it is that’s alwys gettin’ drownded in the Lake? People like you—young people—like yerselves—picnickin’! My brother—he got drownded out thar—a month back. We never did find him.
(Butch has risen to put a log on the fire. Betty shrinks away from him as he goes near her.)
Butch
Warm now?
Betty
Yes, sir. (Lloyd goes over quickly, anxiously.) We better go, Lloyd. I’m warm. I’m plenty warm.
Lloyd
Well, we’ll go then. (To Butch.) Thank you, Mister— Thank you fer the fa’r. (He turns toward Elly.) I wuz goin’ t’ ask you if we could borry yer boat. I doan know now if I want to....
Betty (quickly, nervously ... to Elly)