Ginger. (Starts, then begins to collect her etceteras.)
Mrs. Chinn. Perhaps there’ll be time to cook him another.
(She goes out.)
Jawbones. Take off that cover.
Ginger. (She starts on a bolt for the door.)
Jawbones. (He is quite prepared. In an instant he is in front of her.) No, yer don’t.
(A pause.)
Take off that cover.
Ginger. (She still hesitates.)
Jawbones. If yer don’t do what I tell yer, I’ll ’ide yer. I’m in the mood.