Sophy.
[Nerving herself for her task.] Thanks!
Bastling.
A million of 'em; What's the matter?
Sophy.
Oh, nothing.
Yes, there is. Come, out with it.
Sophy.
Well—thanks! [Tossing her head.] There isn't much in thanks.
Sophy.
[Nerving herself for her task.] Thanks!
Bastling.
A million of 'em; What's the matter?
Sophy.
Oh, nothing.
Yes, there is. Come, out with it.
Sophy.
Well—thanks! [Tossing her head.] There isn't much in thanks.