SITKA CHARLEY
(Striving for street door, but being held back, in final break-down of patience.)
What for, dam fool woman you?
MRS. McFEE
(Dropping his arm and recoiling.)
Oh!
(Striving for street door, but being held back, in final break-down of patience.)
What for, dam fool woman you?
MRS. McFEE
(Dropping his arm and recoiling.)
Oh!