JOE. [_Raising his head and looking at her._] Yes--what is it? [_She
stands timidly with downcast eyes._] Well? Out with it, Mary!
MARY. [_Suddenly._] It's this, Joe.
[_She goes feverishly to the mattress, and from underneath it she
pulls out a big, fat purse which she hands him._
JOE. [_Staring._] A purse!
MARY. [_Nodding._] Yes.