LAURA. [Looking about.] Oh, what a cozy place! I think these model
tenements are delightful.

JULIA. They're indispensable to us agitators . . . an oasis in a
desert.

JACK. Built for the proletariat, and inhabited by cranks.

LAURA. Is that the truth?

JULIA. It's certainly the truth about this one. Below me are two
painters and a settlement worker, and next door is a blind Anarchist
and a Yiddish poet.

LAURA. What's the reason for it?

JULIA. [Going to room off left with LAURA's things.] The places are
clean and cheap; and whenever the poor can't pay their rent, we take
their homes.

JACK. The elimination of the unfit.

LAURA. It sounds like a tragic explanation; but I guess it's true.
[Looking at Jack.] And so this is Mr. Bullen. For such a famous
revolutionist, I expected to find some one more dangerous-looking.

JULIA. [Returning.] Don't make up your mind too soon about Jack. He's
liable to startle you.