MARTHY--[Emphatically.] Surest thing you know. [Disgustedly.] But
where'd yuh get the idea he was a janitor?

ANNA--He wrote me he was himself.

MARTHY--Well, he was lyin'. He ain't. He's captain of a barge--five
men under him.

ANNA--[Disgusted in her turn.] A barge? What kind of a barge?

MARTHY--Coal, mostly.

ANNA--A coal barge! [With a harsh laugh.] If that ain't a swell
job to find your long lost Old Man working at! Gee, I knew
something'd be bound to turn out wrong--always does with me. That
puts my idea of his giving me a rest on the bum.

MARTHY--What d'yuh mean?

ANNA--I s'pose he lives on the boat, don't he?

MARTHY--Sure. What about it? Can't you live on it, too?

ANNA--[Scornfully.] Me? On a dirty coal barge! What d'you think I
am?

MARTHY--[Resentfully.] What d'yuh know about barges, huh? Bet yuh
ain't never seen one. That's what comes of his bringing yuh up
inland--away from the old devil sea--where yuh'd be safe--Gawd!
[The irony of it strikes her sense of humor and she laughs