FAITH enters and stands beside COOK, close to the door. MARY goes
out.
MRS MARCH. [Matter of fact in defeat as in victory] You want to come to us, I hear.
FAITH. Yes.
MRS MARCH. And you don't know much?
FAITH. No.
COOK. [Softly] Say ma'am, dearie.
MRS MARCH. Cook is going to do her best for you. Are you going to do yours for us?
FAITH. [With a quick look up] Yes—ma'am.
MRS MARCH. Can you begin at once?
FAITH. Yes.