Le’s go on the lake now, Lloyd— LLOYD Shore! We’ll go, all right. I said we’d go. (_He goes toward her. She gets in the boat. A burst of song and laughter comes from the picnickers some distance away. He raises his head._) Betty, listen! They’re gettin’ breakfast ready, I guess. BETTY I don’t want none. LLOYD All right, I ain’t s’ hungry. But I’m jist wonderin’—wh’er we hadn’t oughter let ’em know we’ve come. I told Bud Bickel we uz comin’ early by ourselves. They might wonder about us—or wait fer us. BETTY They won’t wait. They’re startin’ a f’ar. LLOYD Smoke’s a-rizin’ good. It’s a-comin’ off the ground an’ rizin’ up like a cloud. We oughter be thar. Miss Meredith might worry about us. BETTY She wouldn’t worry about us. She wouldn’t worry about no one. Please, Lloyd, le’s go out on the lake—a little while, jist fer a little— LLOYD (_anxiously_) Whut is it? BETTY Nuthin’— LLOYD Tell me— BETTY (_with sudden passion_) Oh, _them_! That cabin! Them people! That man! I’m afeard of him, he’s a part of these woods here! He’s part of this. I don’t like it. It’s busy, busy a-doin’ sump’n I can’t understand! They ain’t nuthin’ clear t’ me. Why’d he look at me that a-way? Why’d he want me t’ borry a coat t’ keep warm? Why’d he stir up the f’ar—fer _me_? Why did he? LLOYD Why, Betty, he uz only bein’ nice t’ you. He liked you. People like you—you’re sweet, you’re purty— BETTY No. It ain’t that! It’s sump’n else. I don’t understand it. I’m afeard. I’m too young. It’s wrong t’ be young— LLOYD Betty! Why, here— BETTY His eyes a-burnin’— His teeth—like a animal’s— LLOYD Betty! BETTY He’s a _part_ o’ these woods here! He b’longs here. I don’t. I don’t b’long here. You don’t. We’re too young. They’s sump’n goin’ on—sump’n mean—sump’n awful—It ain’t fer us t’ be part of. We got to git away— LLOYD We’ll go on the lake. BETTY Oh, yes, we’ll go on the lake! (_Thoughtfully._) Nen whur’ll we go to? LLOYD _Acrost_ the lake—or down to the other end. We c’n git a snack t’ eat at Binghams. We’ll do that ’n’ then row home. We won’t come back here t’ the woods if you don’t want to— BETTY We couldn’t jist stay—in the middle of the lake—awhile? LLOYD Course we could—fer a while. But you’d be hungry. You’d be cold out thar too after a while. The wind blows— BETTY (_fearfully_) All around the lake, everwhur, they’s woods. The lake goes out—’n’ it’s clear thar and bright—but it teches the woods everwhur at the edges. Oh! They ain’t no place t’ go to! The lake—it teches the woods—it’s a _part_ of the woods! (_She sinks down._) LLOYD (_kneeling_)