MARY. [Stealing nervously to him and laying a hand on his arm.] Joe—
JOE. [Raising his head and looking at her.] Yes—what is it? [She stands timidly with downcast eyes.] Well? Out with it, Mary!
MARY. [Suddenly.] It's this, Joe.
[She goes feverishly to the mattress, and from underneath it she pulls out a big, fat purse which she hands him.
JOE. [Staring.] A purse!
MARY. [Nodding.] Yes.
JOE. You—
MARY. Found it.
JOE. [Looking at her.] Found?
MARY. [Awkwardly.] In a way I did—yes.