COUNTY ATTORNEY: (_with the gallantry of a young politician_) And yet, for all their worries, what would we do without the ladies? (_the women do not unbend. He goes to the sink, takes a dipperful of water from the pail and pouring it into a basin, washes his hands. Starts to wipe them on the roller-towel, turns it for a cleaner place_) Dirty towels! (_kicks his foot against the pans under the sink_) Not much of a housekeeper, would you say, ladies? MRS HALE: (_stiffly_) There's a great deal of work to be done on a farm. COUNTY ATTORNEY: To be sure. And yet (_with a little bow to her_) I know there are some Dickson county farmhouses which do not have such roller towels. (_He gives it a pull to expose its length again_.) MRS HALE: Those towels get dirty awful quick. Men's hands aren't always as clean as they might be. COUNTY ATTORNEY: Ah, loyal to your sex, I see. But you and Mrs Wright were neighbors. I suppose you were friends, too. MRS HALE: (_shaking her head_) I've not seen much of her of late years. I've not been in this house--it's more than a year. COUNTY ATTORNEY: And why was that? You didn't like her? MRS HALE: I liked her all well enough. Farmers' wives have their hands full, Mr Henderson. And then-- COUNTY ATTORNEY: Yes--? MRS HALE: (_looking about_) It never seemed a very cheerful place. COUNTY ATTORNEY: No--it's not cheerful. I shouldn't say she had the homemaking instinct. MRS HALE: Well, I don't know as Wright had, either. COUNTY ATTORNEY: You mean that they didn't get on very well? MRS HALE: No, I don't mean anything. But I don't think a place'd be any cheerfuller for John Wright's being in it. COUNTY ATTORNEY: I'd like to talk more of that a little later. I want to get the lay of things upstairs now. (_He goes to the left, where three steps lead to a stair door_.) SHERIFF: I suppose anything Mrs Peters does'll be all right. She was to take in some clothes for her, you know, and a few little things. We left in such a hurry yesterday. COUNTY ATTORNEY: Yes, but I would like to see what you take, Mrs Peters, and keep an eye out for anything that might be of use to us. MRS PETERS: Yes, Mr Henderson. (_The women listen to the men's steps on the stairs, then look about the kitchen_.) MRS HALE: I'd hate to have men coming into my kitchen, snooping around and criticising. (_She arranges the pans under sink which the_ LAWYER _had shoved out of place_.) MRS PETERS: Of course it's no more than their duty. MRS HALE: Duty's all right, but I guess that deputy sheriff that came out to make the fire might have got a little of this on. (_gives the roller towel a pull_) Wish I'd thought of that sooner. Seems mean to talk about her for not having things slicked up when she had to come away in such a hurry. MRS PETERS: (_who has gone to a small table in the left rear corner of the room, and lifted one end of a towel that covers a pan_) She had bread set. (_Stands still_.)