his fear of her enthusiasm.] Hard vork all time. It's rotten, Ay
tal you, for go to sea. [Determined to disgust her with sea life--
volubly.] Dey're all fool fallar, dem fallar in our family. Dey
all vork rotten yob on sea for nutting, don't care nutting but
yust gat big pay day in pocket, gat drunk, gat robbed, ship avay
again on oder voyage. Dey don't come home, Dey don't do anytang
like good man do. And dat ole davil, sea, sooner, later she
svallow dem up.

ANNA--[With an excited laugh.] Good sports, I'd call 'em. [Then
hastily.] But say--listen--did all the women of the family marry
sailors?

CHRIS--[Eagerly--seeing a chance to drive home his point.] Yes--
and it's bad on dem like hell vorst of all. Dey don't see deir men
only once in long while. Dey set and vait all 'lone. And vhen deir
boys grows up, go to sea, dey sit and vait some more.
[Vehemently.] Any gel marry sailor, she's crazy fool! Your mo'der
she tal you same tang if she vas alive. [He relapses into an
attitude of somber brooding.]

ANNA--[After a pause--dreamily.] Funny! I do feel sort of--nutty,
to-night. I feel old.

CHRIS--[Mystified. ] Old?

ANNA--Sure--like I'd been living a long, long time--out here in
the fog. [Frowning perplexedly.] I don't know how to tell you yust
what I mean. It's like I'd come home after a long visit away some
place. It all seems like I'd been here before lots of times--on