little tired, dat's all!

ANNA--[Wearily.] I am. Tired to death. I need a long rest and I
don't see much chance of getting it.

CHRIS--What you mean, Anna?

ANNA--Well, when I made up my mind to come to see you, I thought
you was a yanitor--that you'd have a place where, maybe, if you
didn't mind having me, I could visit a while and rest up--till I
felt able to get back on the job again.

CHRIS--[Eagerly.] But Ay gat place, Anna--nice place. You rest all
you want, py yiminy! You don't never have to vork as nurse gel no
more. You stay with me, py golly!

ANNA--[Surprised and pleased by his eagerness--with a smile.]
Then you're really glad to see me--honest?

CHRIS--[Pressing one of her hands in both of his.] Anna, Ay like
see you like hell, Ay tal you! And don't you talk no more about
gatting yob. You stay with me. Ay don't see you for long time, you
don't forgat dat. [His voice trembles.] Ay'm gatting ole. Ay gat
no one in vorld but you.

ANNA--[Touched--embarrassed by this unfamiliar emotion.] Thanks.
It sounds good to hear someone--talk to me that way. Say, though--
if you're so lonely--it's funny--why ain't you ever married
again?