I doan know—I ain’t so shore....
Butch (suddenly)
Borry it! Borry it all you want to! Here’s the key. (Lloyd takes it.) Bring it back when you git ready. Oars is over thar by the door.
Lloyd
Thank you. (To Elly.) Thanks fer the f’ar. (Lloyd and Betty go toward the steps. He picks up the oars. They go up the steps. Lloyd turns to Elly.) The oars seem to be good. The boat—don’t leak, does it?
Elly
No, it don’t leak.
Lloyd (smiling)
Well. I’m keerful. Betty’s keerful. We’ll make out all right, I guess!
(They go out. Elly looks sharply at Butch. He turns back to the table and sits down. She follows him over.)