MARTHA. Oh! Zack!
ZACK. Eh? (He rouses slowly, not as if from sleep, but from sloth.) Who's there?
MARTHA. It's Martha Wrigley. And if you please I knocked, and knocked, and nobody came and so——
ZACK (stirring lazily in his chair). Just when I had a moment for a bit of rest.
MARTHA. I'm sorry, Zack. I am sorry. Only I had to make somebody hear,
ZACK (noticing the bread in his hand, and finishing it). It needn't have been me. I can't tell you anything.
MARTHA (matter of fact, without malice). No. I know you're nobody here. But you can tell them that are somebody.
ZACK. Tell 'em what?
MARTHA. Oh, Zack, we're in such trouble at home.
ZACK (sitting up straight with ready sympathy). What's to do, Martha?