Seth. There warn't no call fur him t' make his last will an' testament if he don't.
Lon [brightens]. He's left his last will an' testament?
Seth. Yes. I'm figgerin' on sellin' the place t' Doc.
Lon [emphatically]. Pa ain't a left it t' yuh!
Seth. Doc'll want it.
Lon [forcefully]. Where's the will an' testament?
Seth [with a gesture]. In the tin box under that there kittle.
[Lon hurries to the shelves, picks up the dish, and grasps the box.]
Lon [disappointed]. It's locked.
Seth. An' the key's round Pa's neck.