CHRIS--[Vaguely.] Nutting--nutting. [He stands before the door to
the back room in an agony of embarrassed emotion--then he forces
himself to a bold decision, pushes open the door and walks in. He
stands there, casts a shy glance at ANNA, whose brilliant clothes,
and, to him, high-toned appearance awe him terribly. He looks
about him with pitiful nervousness as if to avoid the appraising
look with which she takes in his face, his clothes, etc--his voice
seeming to plead for her forbearance.] Anna!

ANNA--[Acutely embarrassed in her turn.] Hello--father. She told
me it was you. I yust got here a little while ago.

CHRIS--[Goes slowly over to her chair.] It's good--for see you--
after all dem years, Anna. [He bends down over her. After an
embarrassed struggle they manage to kiss each other.]

ANNA--[A trace of genuine feeling in her voice.] It's good to see
you, too.

CHRIS--[Grasps her arms and looks into her face--then overcome by
a wave of fierce tenderness.] Anna lilla! Anna lilla! [Takes her
in his arms.]

ANNA--[Shrinks away from him, half-frightened.] What's that--
Swedish? I don't know it. [Then as if seeking relief from the
tension in a voluble chatter.] Gee, I had an awful trip coming
here. I'm all in. I had to sit up in the dirty coach all night--
couldn't get no sleep, hardly--and then I had a hard job finding
this place. I never been in New York before, you know, and--