[MARY puts a loaf of bread, some fried eggs, and a coffee pot on the table.]
MARY. There! I hope ye're satisfied.
[The SERGEANT and DICK pull their chairs to the table, and begin to eat.]
SERGEANT. Is this all we get? Come, it won't do you any good to be stingy. [Obviously, from now on, everything the SERGEANT says drives MARY nearer madness.]
MARY. It's all I got.
SERGEANT. It isn't a mouthful for a chickadee! Give us some butter.
MARY. There ain't none.
SERGEANT. No butter on a farm? God, the way you lie!
SERGEANT. Shut up!
DICK. Have you got any cider?