(Holding up fingers.)
Little girl come in over ice—one. Lisznayi woman go 'way with um—two. Freda no want Lisznayi woman go 'way with um—three. Mrs. Eppingwell—four. One—two—three—four—womans.
FREDA
(Surprised.)
Mrs. Eppingwell! Oh, you told me about her once. She was the woman who was with you on that trip through the Hills of Silence. She is a very brave woman. I have heard much of her, and I like her. If I were a man, I could love her. She must be very good, and sweet, and kind.
SITKA CHARLEY
Sure. And um hard like iron sometimes. But um no like you. Um say so. What for um no like you?
FREDA
(Gently.)
No woman likes me, Charley.