MRS. VERNON. Yes—purtendin'.
Exit LIZBETH.
DAVE. All right. [Exit after LIZBETH.
JOE. [Entering door.] Jes' look at him, ma—he's got his eyebrows in it.
MRS. VERNON. [At door; leans on JOE'S shoulder.] The darlin'—jes' to think, Joe, if one of our children was sufferin'—
JOE. [With unction.] You bet.
MRS. VERNON. [Earnestly calls.] Don't let him splash it on you,
Jim—'t'll spot your clothes.
JOE. [Pauses admiringly.] Jim don't care a durn.
MRS. VERNON. There, I'll fix his bed. [Getting coats from peg, back wall.] What's a man know, anyhow? [Exit to shop.
JOE. [Gets tobacco from shelf.] She'll fix him all right—ha, ha!