As they go out, Martha bustles in, gathers up the dish tray and is about to depart, with a vindictive look. At the door she turns, and jerks her head toward the boy.
Martha.
Is it against the law to work where he comes from?
Michaelis.
Abstractedly.
What?—No.
Martha.
Then he might as well do me some chores. Not but right, payin' only half board.
Michaelis.
To the boy.