Lon. Me an' the kids was a goin' t' heve a garden on the cleared spot.
Seth. A garden in that sand?
Lon. Radishes an' rutabagas.
Seth [persuasively; his manner becomes kind]. Lon, what yuh need is the shanty.
Lon [droning]. The shanty ain't no good t' me without I hes the ground fur it t' set on.
Seth. Yuh can tear it down an' use the lumber t' mend yer old leaky one.
Lon. I want the shanty t' live in so I kin git a soft job at the fisheries. [Sympathetically.] You ought t' have a shanty, Seth. Supposin' yuh was t' take sick. They wouldn't keep yuh at the fisheries then. Yuh take my place an' give me Pa's.
Seth [flashing into anger]. I want the two acres t' sell Doc. Yer old place leaks like a net! [Then, fearing he has been too disparaging:] But yuh could make it real comfortable with the lumber in—
Lon [cutting in]. I'll make a bargain. I'll leave yuh a bed-stead an' a table if yuh'll take my place.
Seth. I don't want it! I want Pa's old place.