JOE. [_Under his breath._] A thief's daughter.
[_Covers his face with his hands._
MARY. Joe!
JOE. Not nice, is it? Can't be helped, of course. And who cares? For three
months this game has gone on--we getting shabbier, wretcheder,
hungrier--no one bothers--all _they_ say is "keep off the pavement." Let's
see what's in the purse.
MARY. [_Eagerly._] Yes, yes!
JOE. [_Lifting his head as he is on the point of opening the purse._]
That's the policeman passing.