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Paragraph 1SHERIFF: Nothing here but kitchen things.
Paragraph 2(The COUNTY ATTORNEY, after again looking around the kitchen, opens the door of a cupboard closet. He gets up on a chair and looks on a shelf. Pulls his hand away, sticky.)
Paragraph 3COUNTY ATTORNEY: Here's a nice mess.
Paragraph 4(The women draw nearer.)
Paragraph 5MRS 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.
Paragraph 6SHERIFF: Well, can you beat the women! Held for murder and worryin' about her preserves.
Paragraph 7COUNTY ATTORNEY: I guess before we're through she may have something more serious than preserves to worry about.
Paragraph 8HALE: Well, women are used to worrying over trifles.
Paragraph 9(The two women move a little closer together.)
Paragraph 10COUNTY 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?
Paragraph 11MRS HALE: (stiffly) There's a great deal of work to be done on a farm.
Paragraph 12COUNTY 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. (He gives it a pull to expose its length again.)
Paragraph 13MRS HALE: Those towels get dirty awful quick. Men's hands aren't always as clean as they might be.
Paragraph 14COUNTY ATTORNEY: Ah, loyal to your sex, I see. But you and Mrs Wright were neighbors. I suppose you were friends, too.
Paragraph 15MRS HALE: (shaking her head) I've not seen much of her of late years. I've not been in this house—it's more than a year.
Paragraph 16COUNTY ATTORNEY: And why was that? You didn't like her?
Paragraph 17MRS HALE: I liked her all well enough. Farmers' wives have their hands full, Mr Henderson. And then—
Paragraph 18COUNTY ATTORNEY: Yes—?
Paragraph 19MRS HALE: (looking about) It never seemed a very cheerful place.
Paragraph 20COUNTY ATTORNEY: No—it's not cheerful. I shouldn't say she had the homemaking instinct.
Paragraph 21MRS HALE: Well, I don't know as Wright had, either.
Paragraph 22COUNTY ATTORNEY: You mean that they didn't get on very well?
Paragraph 23MRS HALE: No, I don't mean anything. But I don't think a place'd be any cheerfuller for John Wright's being in it.
Paragraph 24COUNTY ATTORNEY: I'd like to talk more of that a little later. I want to get the lay of things upstairs now. (He goes to the left, where three steps lead to a stair door.)
Paragraph 25SHERIFF: I suppose anything Mrs Peters does'll be all right. She was to take in some clothes for her, you know, and a few little things. We left in such a hurry yesterday.
Paragraph 26COUNTY ATTORNEY: Yes, but I would like to see what you take, Mrs Peters, and keep an eye out for anything that might be of use to us.
Paragraph 27MRS PETERS: Yes, Mr Henderson.
Paragraph 28(The women listen to the men's steps on the stairs, then look about the kitchen.)
Paragraph 29MRS HALE: I'd hate to have men coming into my kitchen, snooping around and criticising.
Paragraph 30(She arranges the pans under sink which the LAWYER had shoved out of place.)
Paragraph 31MRS PETERS: Of course it's no more than their duty.
Paragraph 32MRS HALE: Duty's all right, but I guess that deputy sheriff that came out to make the fire might have got a little of this on. (gives the roller towel a pull) Wish I'd thought of that sooner. Seems mean to talk about her for not having things slicked up when she had to come away in such a hurry.
Paragraph 33MRS PETERS: (who has gone to a small table in the left rear corner of the room, and lifted one end of a towel that covers a pan) She had bread set. (Stands still.)
Paragraph 34MRS HALE: (eyes fixed on a loaf of bread beside the bread-box, which is on a low shelf at the other side of the room. Moves slowly toward it) She was going to put this in there, (picks up loaf, then abruptly drops it. In a manner of returning to familiar things) It's a shame about her fruit. I wonder if it's all gone. (gets up on the chair and looks) I think there's some here that's all right, Mrs Peters. Yes—here; (holding it toward the window) this is cherries, too. (looking again) I declare I believe that's the only one. (gets down, bottle in her hand. Goes to the sink and wipes it off on the outside) She'll feel awful bad after all her hard work in the hot weather. I remember the afternoon I put up my cherries last summer.
Paragraph 35(She puts the bottle on the big kitchen table, center of the room. With a sigh, is about to sit down in the rocking-chair. Before she is seated realizes what chair it is; with a slow look at it, steps back. The chair which she has touched rocks back and forth.)