_Belle (clasps him in her arms.)_ Poor little fellow! _(Kisses him
again.)_

_Bill._ Gee, but this is like heaven!

_Belle._ Good-night, Bill.

_Bill._ Good-night. _(Exit, closes door.)_

_Belle (returns, sinks to table with a moan of exhaustion; then
hearing Jack coming, sits up, listens, gets herself together and
pretends to be busy.)_ Hello, Jack.

_Jack (enters)._ Well, Belle?

_Belle._ Did you get any work to-day?

_Jack._ Fine luck to-day. I made a quarter, helping to load a truck.

_Belle._ Is that all?

_Jack._ Better than nothing. How goes it with you, Belle?

_Belle._ Pretty well.

_Jack._ Only pretty well? Isn't the rest doing you good?

_Belle._ Some good, I think, Jack.