MRS. McFEE
(To Vanderlip, witheringly, imitating his hesitancy by bobbing her body.)
You weak and sinful creature, bobbing here, and bobbing there, like a chicken with its head cut off!
VANDERLIP
(Stirred to sudden flame of anger.)
Once for all, Freda, I'm not going with you.
FREDA
(Quietly.)
What time is it, Floyd?