Did you happen to notice how long that fog has been hangin' over this house?
Beeler.
How long? Why, since Thursday.
Martha.
No, sir, since Wednesday night.
Beeler.
Looking at her, astonished.
Martha Beeler! You don't mean to say—he brought the fog?
She flounces out without answering. He lights lantern, with dubious head-shaking, and holds it up before the print portraits.
Mornin', Mr. Darwin. Same to you, Mr. Spencer. Still keepin' things straight?