CHRIS--[Shaking his head emphatically--after a pause.] Ay love
your mo'der too much for ever do dat, Anna.

ANNA--[Impressed--slowly.] I don't remember nothing about her.
What was she like? Tell me.

CHRIS--Ay tal you all about everytang--and you tal me all tangs
happen to you. But not here now. Dis ain't good place for young
gel, anyway. Only no good sailor fallar come here for gat drunk.
[He gets to his feet quickly and picks up her bag.] You come with
me, Anna. You need lie down, gat rest.

ANNA--[Half rises to her feet, then sits down again.] Where're you
going?

CHRIS--Come. Ve gat on board.

ANNA--[Disappointedly.] On board your barge, you mean? [Dryly.]
Nix for mine! [Then seeing his crestfallen look--forcing a smile.]
Do you think that's a good place for a young girl like me--a coal
barge?

CHRIS--[Dully.] Yes, Ay tank. [He hesitates--then continues more
and more pleadingly.] You don't know how nice it's on barge, Anna.
Tug come and ve gat towed out on voyage--yust water all round, and
sun, and fresh air, and good grub for make you strong, healthy
gel. You see many tangs you don't see before. You gat moonlight at
night, maybe; see steamer pass; see schooner make sail--see
everytang dat's pooty. You need take rest like dat. You work too
hard for young gel already. You need vacation, yes!