BUD (To FAT)—Say if you were half as manly as he is, no one would know you.
FAT—I didn't mean anything. I like Rob just as well as the rest of you, but if I did all the things for my mother that he does for his, everyone'd call me a sissy.
SLATS—Yes, and probably they'd be right. Come on, Fat, I mean "Sissy."
(BUD, SLATS and FAT go on their way. Negro servant leads out horse and carriage. ROBERT comes out of the house helping his mother down the stairs.)
MRS. LEE—Don't strain yourself, Robert.
ROBERT—You don't know how strong I am, Mother. Lean harder. I don't feel you at all.
MRS. LEE—I don't know what I'd do without you Robert. You're both sons and daughters to me.
(ROBERT helps her into the carriage.)
ROBERT—There, are you quite comfortable, mother? (He arranges the cushions for her.)
MRS. LEE—Yes thank you dear, but I do feel as if you ought to be out playing instead of taking an old invalid like me out to ride.