LAURA. Did it ever occur to you that she has got to eat just the same as you have?
WILL. She's your servant, isn't she?
LAURA. My maid.
WILL. Well, what have you got her for,—to eat or to wait on you?
Annie!
LAURA. Don't be so cross. What do you want?
WILL. I want the Sun.
[BROCKTON pours out one half glass of water from bottle.
LAURA. I will get it for you.
Rather wearily she gets up and goes to the table, where there are other morning papers; she takes the "Sun," hands it to him, goes back to her seat, re-opens the "Morning Telegraph." There is a pause. ANNIE enters from the sleeping-room.
ANNIE. Do yuh want me, suh?