Peggy and Will. Good-evening. (Landlady exit.)
Will. Did you ever hear the equal of that?
Peggy. Off in your local color again!
Will. We can jolly her along for a month yet!
Peggy. The landlady and the grocer—we can work forever! (Child tosses restlessly in sleep and murmurs.)
Peggy (rises and goes to cot, and soothes child). There, there, Bill. (To Will, who rises.) Dear, he's feverish.
Will. Are you sure?
Peggy. Oh, I ought to get the doctor!
Will. We already owe the doctor.
Peggy. I know—but he'd come if I asked him to.