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He said he ’d get out of it somehow, but he can’t, and I just won’t have folks laughing at me!

It ’s all right, it never meant nothin’ to her, and I guess it did n’t mean much to me. It ’s just as well it ’s over.

It ’s a whole lot better.

Well—what ’s passed is passed. Folks that plant the wind reap the whirlwind! There ’s no use cryin’ ever spilled milk,

Say, Mum! What do you s ’pose Uncle Henry thinks he means when he says things?

Somehow I can’t help wishin’ you was my son for just about five minutes.

[Hannah and Judge Bradford enter.

They ’re all in here, Judge.

Good afternoon,

How are you, Judge?

It ’s a mild day; winter ’s most over. Stop scratching yourself.

[This last to Orin who seems to be uneasy and frequently scratches himself.