MARTHA. I don't know what Mrs. Munning will say. It's my father, Zack.
ZACK. What's he done?
MARTHA. He's fallen down and broke his arm and he won't be able to wait at the wedding to-morrow.
ZACK. Joe Wrigley's broke his arm! Well, there's carelessness for you.
MARTHA. Yes. Please, he knows it's careless of him and he'll lose the half-a-crown he gets from you for waiting, and we did need that half-crown so bad.
ZACK (rising). You'd better see my mother, Martha.
MARTHA. Couldn't you tell her, Zack. She'll be so mad.
ZACK (shaking head). It's not a job I'm pining for.
MARTHA. We've done our best. I've brought my father's suit for some one else to wear. And Zack—— (She puts the clothes on a chair.)
ZACK. Nay. This is getting too much for me. I'll fetch my mother.