getting so's I love it, the little I've seen.

CHRIS--[Glancing at her moodily.] Dat's foolish talk, Anna. You
see her more, you don't talk dat vay. [Then seeing her irritation,
he hastily adopts a more cheerful tone.] But Ay'm glad you like it
on barge. Ay'm glad it makes you feel good again. [With a
placating grin.] You like live like dis alone with ole fa'der, eh?

ANNA--Sure I do. Everything's been so different from anything I
ever come across before. And now--this fog--Gee, I wouldn't have
missed it for nothing. I never thought living on ships was so
different from land. Gee, I'd just love to work on it, honest I
would, if I was a man. I don't wonder you always been a sailor,

CHRIS--[Vehemently.] Ay ain't sailor, Anna. And dis ain't real
sea. You only see nice part. [Then as she doesn't answer, he
continues hopefully.] Vell, fog lift in morning, Ay tank.

ANNA--[The exultation again in her voice.] I love it! I don't give
a rap if it never lifts! [CHRIS fidgets from one foot to the other
worriedly. ANNA continues slowly, after a pause.] It makes me feel
clean--out here--'s if I'd taken a bath.

CHRIS--[After a pause.] You better go in cabin--read book. Dat
put you to sleep.

ANNA--I don't want to sleep. I want to stay out here--and think
about things.

CHRIS--[Walks away from her toward the cabin--then comes back.]