Winth. (suddenly). Marthy, I want you to do something for me.
Will you?
Marthy. Yes, marster.
Winth. (gives her a roll of greenbacks). I want you to take this
and see that they want for nothing (she hesitates). I am their kinsman,
and I have a right to give this for their support. Here, take it.
[He presses the money into her hands.
Marthy. I thanks you sir; I sho does. Hit'll do me a power er
good ter git um somethin' they kin eat. I reckon I better say nothin'
'bout hit, though. Dey's Stuarts yet, sir, even do de war done brek um.
Winth. Of course. And here--I'll send you more when this is gone.
Where can I send it?
Marthy. De post office at de junction don bin burn down. But ef
you leave hit wid any one of um over dar, I'll git hit.
Winth. Yes. And is there anything else--anything on God's earth I
can do for them?
Marthy (slowly). No, sir. And I thanks you fer doin' so much. But
I rekon dey ain't nothin' none of us kin do.
[She slowly exits up the road (Left).
Winth. (looking after her). I guess she's right. There's nothing
we can do.
[Enter Hopkins.
Hop. The men are coming on to camp here in the old place; the
ground is too bad down there.
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