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HAMILTON
Hamilton.
Well, what of it?
Zekiel.
[Coming toward him.] Cunnel, yo' ain' had scarcely no food all day, an* dad fetch me, dinnah's been waitin' these fo' hours.
Hamilton.
Has it? Well, bring it in here.
[Sits back of table l. c.
Zekiel.
Hi! Yo' don' eat at all then, sah. Yo' jes' looks at it an' goes on wo'kin'.
Hamilton.
[Making correction on bill.] I'm engaged on a difficult task. Uncle.
Zekiel.
Yo' shore mus' be, Marse Ham'ton.
Hamilton.
Trying to make bricks without straw.
Zekiel.
Bricksl That cut'ny do seem a mighty pore sub-astute fer dinnah, Marse Cunnel.
[Knock. Zekiel crosses at back toward door r.
Hamilton.
I'm still out, Zekiel.
