JOE. They laugh at me.
MARY. [With a glance at herself.] And I'm really ashamed to walk through the streets—
JOE. I know—though I'm getting used to it. Besides, there's the kiddie.
Let's have a look at her.
MARY. Be careful you don't wake her, Joe!
JOE. There's a fire.
MARY. She'll be hungry.
JOE. You said that she had some food?
MARY. That was at three o'clock. And little things aren't like us—they want their regular meals. Night after night she has been hungry, and I've had nothing to give her. That's why I took the purse.
JOE. [Still holding it mechanically and staring at it.] Yes. And, after all, why not?
MARY. We can get the poor little thing some warm clothes, some good food—