Seth [cackles]. Sand's hot on yer bare naked feet, ain't it?
Lon [moves his feet]. Yuh kin talk about my holey boots. If I didn't heve no mouths but my own t' feed I guess I could buy new ones too. So there, Seth Polland!
Seth. Jacobs offered yuh a job at the fisheries same as me.
Lon. It's too fur t' hoof it twict a day.
Seth. Yuh could sleep at the fisheries.
Lon. I got t' look after my kids.
Seth [grins]. 'Tain't my fault yuh've kids.
Lon [threateningly]. Don't yuh talk 'bout that! [Pause.] Yer woman had t' leave yuh. [Laughs.] Yuh didn't give her 'nough t' eat.
Seth [indifferently]. She warn't no good.
Lon. She had t' leave yuh same as Ma left Pa twenty years ago. Pa's dyin' fur sure?