_Avonia._
[_Hoarsely._] Got your notice?
_Rose._
Yes.
_Tom. and Avonia._
Oh--h--h!
_Rose._
[_After a litle pause._] Poor mother! I hope she doesn't see.
[_Overwhelmed, Avonia and Tom sit._] I was running through Blanche, my
old part in _The Peddler of Marseilles_, when Mr. Burroughs spoke to me.
It is true I was doing it tamely, but--it is such nonsense.
_Tom._
Hear, hear!
_Rose._