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Ah don't like the looks o' things, Ben Carter; Ah don't like it a bit.

Don't reckon it's nothin' but a few cross words.

She wouldn't cry about no cross words-not Annie.

What else could it be?

Ah don't know. Ah hope there ain't nothin' wrong. Ah hope to Gawd it ain't.

It can't be nothin' wrong. All them children but Alec's been playin' together like brothers and sisters all their lives.

[Who has gone to the door.]

Here she comes now.

What you shuttin' the door for an' it roastin' like this? What you wipin' yo' eyes about? [ reopens the door.] Where you been? Ah just sent Ruth after you.

Ah've been to the store.