JOE. [Miserably.] Perhaps.
[There is silence for a moment; she has ceased to cry; suddenly she raises herself violently on her elbow.
MARY. You fool! You fool!
JOE. [Pleading.] Mary!
MARY. With your stupid ideas of honesty! What have they done for you, or me?
JOE. [Dropping his head again.] It's the kiddie, you know—her being a thief's daughter—
MARY. Is that worse than being the daughter of a pair of miserable beggars?
JOE. [Under his breath.] I suppose it is, somehow—
MARY. You'd rather she went hungry?
JOE. [Despairingly.] I don't know how it was—hearing his tramp up there—