What kind of a girl is she?
MAIL CARRIER
Good. How do you mean?
FREDA
I mean what kind of a looking girl is she? How did she strike you?
MAIL CARRIER
Oh, one of the soft and clingy kind, I guess I'd call her. You know, the kind that needs lots of cuddling and petting. Pretty, yes, danged pretty. Blue eyes, wavy hair, and all the rest—trembly lips and teary eyes—smily and weepy, you know, all in the same moment. But, gee! Freda, I can't stand here gassin' all day. I got about a thousand dollars' worth of letters to deliver—a dollar apiece and cheap at the price. I'll see you later. So long.
FREDA
All right, Joe. Tell Sitka Charley I want to see him, will you?
(Mail Carrier returns to stove, picks up mail pouch, and sends Sitka Charley to Freda.)