ANDERSON. You're a sly one!
DETECTIVE. Oh, there are people who know how to use their brains without being seventy-five. [To the WITNESS] Now we'll continue with the gardener.
[They go out to the left.
ANDERSON. There I put my foot in it, I guess. But that's what happens when you get to talking.
ANDERSON enters with her husband's lunch in a bundle.
ANDERSON. It's good you came.
ANDERSON. Now we'll have lunch and be good—you might well be hungry after all this fuss—I wonder if Gustafson can pull through—he'd just got done with his hotbeds and was about to start digging in the open—why don't you eat?—and there's Sjöblom already at work with his putty—just think of it, that Mrs. Westerlund got off as well as she did—morning, Sjöblom, now you've got work, haven't you?
MRS. WESTERLUND comes in.
ANDERSON. Morning, morning, Mrs. Westerlund—you got out of this fine, I must say, and then——
MRS. WESTERLUND. I wonder who's going to pay me for all I am losing to-day, when there's a big funeral on at the cemetery, which always makes it a good day for me, and just when I've had to put away all my bottles and glassware——