TRAVERS comes down.
KATE. Let us go walking. I can't breathe in here.
TRAVERS. With pleasure.
MRS. VERNON. Where you goin', Kate?
KATE. Only outside the door—[At door.] to the corner.
MRS. VERNON. [Doubtingly.] Well—[Going centre. Exeunt, TRAVERS and KATE—positively.] Well, I don't care who hears me—[Looks cautiously out.] I don't like his looks.
Enter JOE.
JOE. Ma!
MRS. VERNON. What?
JOE. Ain't you got some soup-meat or sompthin' you kin spare that little ki-yoodle?