He gets up on a chair and looks on a
shelf. Pulls his hand away, sticky_.)
COUNTY ATTORNEY: Here's a nice mess.
(_The women draw nearer_.)
MRS PETERS: (_to the other woman_) Oh, her fruit; it did freeze, (_to
the_ LAWYER) She worried about that when it turned so cold. She said the
fire'd go out and her jars would break.
SHERIFF: Well, can you beat the women! Held for murder and worryin'
about her preserves.
COUNTY ATTORNEY: I guess before we're through she may have something
more serious than preserves to worry about.
HALE: Well, women are used to worrying over trifles.
(_The two women move a little closer together_.)
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.
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