POCHER (holding it out to her)
Yere.
LUCY BELLE (advancing and taking it)
T-thanks. Might—mighty sorry yo’ gwine off—like dis.
(Pocher gives an impatient grunt and mumbles something to himself. He returns the bag to his pocket, picks up his portmanteau and opens the door.)
LUCY BELLE
Goodbye.
POCHER (shortly)
Goodbye. (He goes out, Back, closing the door after him.)
(Lucy Belle gives a little despairing sigh, then returns slowly to Center, where she halts and stands staring—somewhat abstractedly—down at the bill in her hand. Slim appears at the window, Left Back, and peers in. At length Lucy Belle goes to the cupboard on the Left, opens one of the top doors, removes the lid from a crockery jar, reaches down in it, and takes out her pocket book. She opens the pocket book, extracts three one dollar bills, counts them carefully, places the one she has just received with them and returns them all to the pocket book. Slim’s face disappears from the window, Left Back. Lucy Belle comes thoughtfully back to Center with the pocket book still in her hand. At this juncture Israel and Fanny dash in, Back.)