(Turning to Sitka Charley.)
Charley, the team of dogs you drove, whose were they?
FREDA
(Who, now that the fight is over and won, is on the verge of breaking down, interrupts Sitka Charley, and speaks herself.)
Now I wish you would all go home and leave me alone. I want to go to bed.
MRS. EPPINGWELL
(Gently.)
But I am curious, Freda, as you were curious. I want to know. I insist.
FREDA
(Choking, on the verge of tears.)