GRANDMOTHER: What's all the children to you?
SILAS: (derisively) Oh, mother—what a thing for you to say! You who were never too tired to give up your own bed so the stranger could have a better bed.
GRANDMOTHER: That was different. They was folks on their way.
FEJEVARY: So are we.
(SILAS turns to him with quick appreciation.)
GRANDMOTHER: That's just talk. We're settled now. Children of other old settlers are getting rich. I should think you'd want yours to.
SILAS: I want other things more. I want to pay my debts 'fore I'm too old to know they're debts.
GRANDMOTHER: (momentarily startled) Debts? Huh! More talk. You don't owe any man.
SILAS: I owe him (nodding to FEJEVARY). And the red boys here before me.
GRANDMOTHER: Fiddlesticks.