(Mrs. McFee, still holding mask, snorts and withdraws a step from group.)
FREDA
(Quickly, excitedly, eyes flashing.)
I do not want you to talk with me. What more can you say than that woman (Indicating Mrs. McFee, who snorts.) has said? I want to go. Come on, Floyd.
MRS. EPPINGWELL
(Gently.)
I do not wish to be harsh.
FREDA
(On verge oj tears, yet dry-eyed and resolute.)
Be anything but kind. That I will not bear.