Seth. But yuh ain't a goin' t' git it.
Lon [alarmed]. Pa ain't gone an' left it t' yuh?
Seth. Pa deeded this t' Doc last winter.
Lon [amazed and angered]. He did?
Seth. Doc said he could live here 'till he died. But it's Doc's.
Lon. It warn't right.
Seth. Wall, he had t' pay fur his physics some way. He told me yuh wouldn't help him out.
Lon. And Pa told me yuh wouldn't. An' yuh ain't got two kids t' feed. [Pause.] There's Pa's old shanty down the road. If I had that I could work at the fisheries.
[Seth's smile is his only response.]
Pa still owns it, don't he?