MRS. VERNON. It's Travers, ain't it?
JOE. [Coaxing.] Is it, Kate?
KATE. Yes, it is.
JOE. Well, there, ma—see. [Walks away as though matter were closed.
Crossing left.
MRS. VERNON. Air you losin' your senses, Joe Vernon?
JOE. [Irritated.] The girl's tole you, ain't she?
MRS. VERNON. And jes' what I thought, too. She's goin' to meet him.
KATE. Well, what of it? You're polite enough to his face.
MRS. VERNON. Of course, if he'll come here like a man. But when I was a gurl—it'd a been an insult fur a man to send a note askin' her to meet him after dark.
JOE. [Loudly chaffing.] Oh, ma—now don't forget—