Flo. I’ll give you some. But I have so little, only two dollars. Take that. (Gives money.)
Herb. (Smiling.) I suppose you’ll think I want to work the family for money. That is about all I ever did.
Flo. Nonsense, Herbie. I only wish I had more. Isn’t there some friend?
Herb. Friend! (Laughs bitterly.) Friends! Mine all quit me when my money was done.
Flo. (Suddenly.) Oh, I know of one, he’ll help you.
Herb. I haven’t a friend in the world. Who is he, Flossie?
Flo. (Hesitating.) A friend of—of the family. A good friend.
Herb. (Pause, he regards her.) A very good friend?
Flo. Yes, the noblest friend in the world.
Herb. (Smiling.) I begin to see, little sister. Going to marry him?