LAURA. I'm sorry; I'll try again to-day. [Rises, crosses up to mantel, gets desk-pad, &c., crosses to right of table, sits.
ANNIE. [Crosses to back of bed, wiping basin with towel.] Ain't yo' got any job at all?
LAURA. No.
ANNIE. When yuh come here yuh had lots of money and yo' was mighty good to me. You know Mr. Weston?
LAURA. Jim Weston?
ANNIE. Yassum, Mr. Weston what goes ahead o' shows and lives on the top floor back; he says nobody's got jobs now. Dey're so many actors and actoresses out o' work. Mis' Farley says she don't know how she's goin' to live. She said you'd been mighty nice up until three weeks ago, but yuh ain't got much left, have you, Miss Laura?
LAURA. [Rising and going to the bureau.] No. It's all gone.
ANNIE. Mah sakes! All dem rings and things? You ain't done sold them? [Sinks on bed.
LAURA. They're pawned. What did Mrs. Farley say she was going to do?
ANNIE. Guess maybe Ah'd better not tell.