Tanner (Speaking in an undertone). Was he insured?
Mrs. Ransome. No, sir, not a penny. That’s why it comes so hard on us just now, havin’ the expense of a funeral on top of what we’ve just spent for the weddin’.
Tanner. Well, Mrs. Ransome, I’ll try to help you in any way I can.
Mrs. Ransome. Thank you, Mr. Tanner. It certainly is fine of you to say so. Everybody’s bin good to us, sir. She had all them presents given her—most of them was from my side of the family.
Tanner. Did he have any relatives here?
Mrs. Ransome. Not a soul, poor fellow. He came from up-state. That’s why my husband’s gone to send a telegram askin’ his father to come to the funeral.
Tanner. How long will your husband be? (He glanced at his watch.)
Mrs. Ransome. I don’t think he’ll be more than half an hour. He’d like to see you, if you could wait that long, I know.
Tanner. Very well. I have an engagement later, but I can let that go if necessary.
(Tanner and Mrs. Ransome sit down in front of the table.)