[Pg 32] [Pg 32] Lloyd 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 Lloyd Betty Lloyd Elly Elly Elly No, it don’t leak. Lloyd (smiling) Lloyd 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 Butch Elly (sharply)
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