Because you’re making fun of me. . . . You’re a city girl, and I’m just fresh from the country . . . and how am I expected to know a soldier when I see one? . . . You, you ought to tell me, instead of making fun of me——
JULIE
All right. Listen then, cry-baby. There’s only one way to tell a soldier: by his salute! That’s the only way.
MARIE
[Joyfully; with a sigh of relief.] Ah—that’s good.
JULIE
What?
MARIE
I say—it’s all right then—because Wolf—Wolf—— [JULIE laughs derisively.] Wolf—that’s his name. [She weeps again.]