_Bill._ Ain't got none. Say! What's this about Florida?

_Dolly._ I don't know.

_Bill._ Youse tryin' to cheer up Belle?

_Dolly (gathering up her belongings in great haste)._ Maybe so.

_Bill._ Youse runnin' from that landlady?

_Dolly._ Don't ask me now.

_Bill._ Well, there's somethin' wrong, I know! Youse can't fool me!
_(Looks about.)_ Gee! I thought I had a home! And now I'm movin' out
of it! _(The lights fade slowly on the Play-play and rise on the
Real-play.)_

_Will (in a whisper)._ Well?

_Peggy (low)._ Oh, Will! That's the real stuff!

_Will._ You like it?

_Peggy (with intensity)._ Yes, I do! It's real, it's true. Will, I
think it'll go!

_Will._ You do?

_Peggy._ Yes, even with Broadway! It made me cry--and I'm a hardened