Lloyd Lloyd ’Tain’t the Lake’s fault. It’s their’n. Elly Elly Yeow. Fer goin’ out on it. Lloyd Lloyd No. Fer keerlessness. Some of ’em fall in. Some of ’em turn the boat over. Sometimes the boat leaks.... Elly Elly 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 Lloyd But people will go out on it. People want to. It ain’t wrong. Elly 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
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