Michaelis.
Tonelessly.
Good morning.
Martha.
Pointing at his hat and knapsack.
Hope you ain't off. Don't mind sayin' the way you acted was human decent, sendin' for Doctor when you found the baby wa'n't dead, an' you wa'n't no healer any more.
Michaelis.
Is it any better?
Martha makes a disconsolate gesture, implying that there is little or no hope. Michaelis turns away with bent head. Annie enters from the kitchen. Michaelis holds out his hand to her, and she takes it with shy hesitation.
Martha.