Yeow. But if they didn’t try to go out on the Lake, the boat wouldn’t leak, the boat wouldn’t turn over, ’n they wouldn’t fall in. It’s their fault fer goin’! LLOYD But people will go out on it. People want to. It ain’t wrong. ELLY No. ’Tain’t wrong. ’N people will do it. That’s the trouble: they will do it. ’N do you know who it is does it? D’you know who it is that’s alwys gettin’ drownded in the Lake? People like you—young people—like yerselves—picnickin’! My brother—he got drownded out thar—a month back. We never did find him. (BUTCH _has risen to put a log on the fire_. BETTY _shrinks away from him as he goes near her_.) BUTCH Warm now? BETTY Yes, sir. (LLOYD _goes over quickly, anxiously_.) We better go, Lloyd. I’m warm. I’m plenty warm. LLOYD Well, we’ll go then. (_To_ BUTCH.) Thank you, Mister— Thank you fer the fa’r. (_He turns toward_ ELLY.) I wuz goin’ t’ ask you if we could borry yer boat. I doan know now if I want to.... BETTY (_quickly, nervously ... to_ ELLY) You got a boat, ain’t you? ELLY Yes. BETTY Let us borry it ... awhile? Please! Let us borry it! LLOYD (_to_ BETTY) You still wanta go on the lake? BETTY Yes. I do. (_To_ ELLY.) Please. Cain’t we take it fer a while? ELLY I doan know—I ain’t so shore.... BUTCH (_suddenly_) Borry it! Borry it all you want to! Here’s the key. (LLOYD _takes it_.) Bring it back when you git ready. Oars is over thar by the door. LLOYD Thank you. (_To_ ELLY.) Thanks fer the f’ar. (LLOYD _and_ BETTY _go toward the steps. He picks up the oars. They go up the steps._ LLOYD _turns to_ ELLY.) The oars seem to be good. The boat—don’t leak, does it? ELLY No, it don’t leak. LLOYD (_smiling_) Well. I’m keerful. Betty’s keerful. We’ll make out all right, I guess! (_They go out._ ELLY _looks sharply at_ BUTCH. _He turns back to the table and sits down. She follows him over._) ELLY (_sharply_) Why’d you do it? BUTCH Do whut? ELLY Give ’em the key. Give ’em the oars. BUTCH Why, to git rid of ’em. I didn’t want ’em here. It uz you wanted ’em. ELLY You’re lyin’. Why’d you do it? BUTCH I told you. ELLY That wuzn’t it. You got some reason. BUTCH You had a reason fer lettin’ ’em come in, too. You said you did, anyway. Well, what wuz it? ELLY I thought we could use ’em.... BUTCH Use ’em! How could we use ’em? ELLY I guess we cain’t.... BUTCH (_scornfully_) No, ’course not! You never had no idee of it. You wuz jist talkin’.... ELLY I did have an idee. I thought—when I seen ’em outside ... they might be a way of throwin’ the blame onto that boy, someway.... BUTCH (_rising—excited_) Elly! You thought of blamin’ him with.... ELLY Yes. ’Fore I _seen_ him, I did. After he come in, I knowed we couldn’t. BUTCH Why not? ELLY