JIM. [In a matter of course way] Travers.
KATE. Why, how should I know?
JIM. Then why don't you jes' say you don't know?
KATE. [Behind chair.] Well, then, I don't know.
JIM. [Shaking his head.] Too late now.
KATE. Too late?
JIM. Yes—if it'd been all right, you wouldn't a-tried to dodge me.
KATE. [Near melodeon.] You may think as you choose.
JIM. [Pause.] I'm awful sorry for you, Kate.
KATE. Oh, you needn't be.