Belle (clasps him in her arms.) Poor little fellow! (Kisses him again.)
Bill. Gee, but this is like heaven!
Belle. Good-night, Bill.
Bill. Good-night. (Exit, closes door.)
Belle (returns, sinks to table with a moan of exhaustion; then hearing Jack coming, sits up, listens, gets herself together and pretends to be busy.) Hello, Jack.
Jack (enters). Well, Belle?
Belle. Did you get any work to-day?
Jack. Fine luck to-day. I made a quarter, helping to load a truck.
Belle. Is that all?
Jack. Better than nothing. How goes it with you, Belle?