Seth. Who told yuh?
Lon. Ma.
Seth [greatly surprised]. Ma? [suspiciously.] What you got t' do with her?
Lon. I was passin' her place this mornin'. Furst time I spoke t' her in a year.
Seth. I ain't in two.
Lon [in despair]. Seth, she's cut twenty cords o' wood t' sell.
Seth [shaking his head]. An' me without a roof o' my own.
Lon. Me an' the kids wonder sometimes where our next meal's comin' from.
Seth [as though there were something better in store for him]. Oh, wall.
Lon [pricks up his ears; coughs]. If I had this house I could work at the fisheries.