MARTHA. And me anæmic too, and never can get food enough to satisfy me.
ZACK. Not food enough!
MARTHA. I'm always hungry, and this did look a chance of getting my teeth into a bit of meat at last.
ZACK. Well, I dunno. That's very bad. (He looks at coat behind door.)
MARTHA. You try it and you'd know.
ZACK. Look here, Martha. This'll get me into trouble, but I got a shilling to-day at Ballbrook Farm, and if it's any use to you well—dang it, mother can't kill me. Here it is—(He goes to coat, gets shilling, and brings it to her.)
(She takes it and expresses thanks, mostly by crying on his shoulder.)
MARTHA. Oh, Mr. Zack. You are the good one.
ZACK. There! There! There I There! There! Don't take on so.
MARTHA. Oh!