Martin—(Puzzled.) It was a very odd dream to have.
Mrs. Martin—It certainly was.
Mrs. Quinn—The meanin' of it's mortal clear, I'm thinkin'. But, that's not gettin' the tea, is it?
(Exit to kitchen L.)
Quinn—Martin, I don't know about yer prayers, but fer meself I'm in this fight till the finish, and man nor devil'll make me yield an inch.
Martin—Then I'm with you, Quinn. (To Mrs. Martin, who goes to him protestingly.) No, Bessie, its no use. We can pray after we've won.
(Molly enters door R. She is in hat and coat, and carries a muff.)
Mrs. Martin—Molly!
(Molly does not answer, but stands and looks at Quinn.)
Martin—(Taking Mrs Martin by the arm, and going to door R.) I guess you'd rather be alone with her.