(A sudden thought striking her.)
Yes, I've dogs to sell. Or rather, Captain Eppingwell has.
SITKA CHARLEY
Fresh dogs? Strong dogs?
MRS. EPPINGWELL
(Considering.)
Well, no. You see, he just arrived yesterday. It was a long trip.
SITKA CHARLEY
Yes, me know—sixteen hundred miles. Dogs all bones, all played out, no good.