Ay bring you oder drink.

MARTHY--[Emptying her glass.] Sure. That's me. [As he retreats
with the glass she guffaws after him derisively.]

CHRIS--[To LARRY in an alarmed whisper.] Py yingo, Ay gat gat
Marthy shore off barge before Anna come! Anna raise hell if she
find dat out. Marthy raise hell, too, for go, py golly!

LARRY--[With a chuckle.] Serve ye right, ye old divil--havin' a
woman at your age!

CHRIS--[Scratching his head in a quandary.] You tal me lie for tal
Marthy, Larry, so's she gat off barge quick.

LARRY--She knows your daughter's comin'. Tell her to get the hell
out of it.

CHRIS--No. Ay don't like make her feel bad.

LARRY--You're an old mush! Keep your girl away from the barge,
then. She'll likely want to stay ashore anyway. [Curiously.] What
does she work at, your Anna?

CHRIS--She stay on dem cousins' farm 'till two year ago. Dan she
gat yob nurse gel in St. Paul. [Then shaking his head resolutely.]
But Ay don't vant for her gat yob now. Ay vant for her stay with
me.

LARRY--[Scornfully.] On a coal barge! She'll not like that, I'm