Seth. Yes.
[Lon hesitates, then moves slowly toward Pa's room. An idea strikes Seth suddenly and he interrupts Lon's progress.]
Seth. He's asleep.
[Lon stops. Seth fills his pipe and lights it. Lon takes his corncob from his pocket and coughs meaningly. Seth looks at Lon, sees what he wants, but does not offer him tobacco. Lon puts his pipe back in his pocket, moves to the table, sits, and sighs. He crosses his right foot so Seth sees what was once the sole of his shoe.]
Seth. What did yuh come here fur?
Lon. 'Cause Pa's dyin'.
Seth. Yuh never come when he was about.
Lon. Wall, no one ever seed yuh a settin' here much.
Seth [fleeringly]. Suppose yuh want t' know what he's left yuh.
Lon. Wall, ... it warn't comfortable comin' three miles an' a quarter on a day like this un.