Padie [bitterly]. Yes, you've took me from 'em. We've been trapsin and trapsin till I'm plumb sick. Yes, I'm—
[Her voice breaks and she runs blindly toward the stair, almost into the arms of Hank, which further increases his consternation.]
Hank [holding her off]. Stidy, stidy. There's the ladder, m'am. Can't I fetch you somethin'? Toddy?
[Padie shakes her head, runs up, and slams her door.]
Hank [to Lon in friendly fashion]. Women folks is cur'us, cur'us.
Lon [surlily]. Take my advice and keep free from 'em.
Hank. It was a woman did fer my brother.
Lon [with increased interest]. Oh, you've got a brother, eh?
Hank [simply]. Had.
Lon. Where is he?