appraising stare--resentfully.] Ain't nothing wrong with me, is
there? You're looking hard enough.

MARTHY--[Irritated by the other's tone--scornfully.] Ain't got to
look much. I got your number the minute you stepped in the door.

ANNA--[Her eyes narrowing.] Ain't you smart! Well, I got yours,
too, without no trouble. You're me forty years from now. That's
you! [She gives a hard little laugh.]

MARTHY--[Angrily.] Is that so? Well, I'll tell you straight,
kiddo, that Marthy Owen never--[She catches herself up short--with
a grin.] What are you and me scrappin' over? Let's cut it out,
huh? Me, I don't want no hard feelin's with no one. [Extending her
hand.] Shake and forget it, huh?

ANNA--[Shakes her hand gladly.] Only too glad to. I ain't looking
for trouble. Let's have 'nother. What d'you say?

MARTHY--[Shaking her head.] Not for mine. I'm full up. And you--
Had anythin' to eat lately?

ANNA--Not since this morning on the train.

MARTHY--Then yuh better go easy on it, hadn't yuh?

ANNA--[After a moment's hesitation.] Guess you're right. I got to
meet someone, too. But my nerves is on edge after that rotten
trip.