notions. But he means well, honest. Listen to me, kid--[She is
interrupted by the opening and shutting of the street door in the
bar and by hearing CHRIS' voice.] Ssshh!

ANNA--What's up?

CHRIS--[Who has entered the bar. He seems considerably sobered
up.] Py golly, Larry, dat grub taste good. Marthy in back?

LARRY--Sure--and another tramp with her. [CHRIS starts for the
entrance to the back room.]

MARTHY--[To ANNA in a hurried, nervous whisper.] That's him now.
He's comin' in here. Brace up!

ANNA--Who? [Chris opens the door.]

MARTHY--[As if she were greeting him for the first time]. Why
hello, Old Chris. [Then before he can speak, she shuffles
hurriedly past him into the bar, beckoning him to follow her.]
Come here. I wanta tell yuh somethin'. [He goes out to her. She
speaks hurriedly in a low voice.] Listen! I'm goin' to beat it
down to the barge--pack up me duds and blow. That's her in there--
your Anna--just come--waitin' for yuh. Treat her right, see? She's
been sick. Well, s'long! [She goes into the back room--to ANNA.]
S'long, kid. I gotta beat it now. See yuh later.

ANNA--[Nervously.] So long. [MARTHY goes quickly out of the family
entrance.] LARRY--[Looking at the stupefied CHRIS curiously.]
Well, what's up now?