MARY. You gave it to the policeman?
JOE. Yes.
MARY. What did you tell him?
JOE. That you had found it.
MARY. Where?
JOE. In a Tube Station. Picked it up because we were starving. That we
hadn't opened it. And that we lived here, in this cellar.
MARY. [_With a little shake._] I expect he'll keep it himself!
JOE. [_Miserably._] Perhaps.
[_There is silence for a moment; she has ceased to cry; suddenly
she raises herself violently on her elbow._
MARY. You fool! You fool!
JOE. [_Pleading._] Mary!
MARY. With your stupid ideas of honesty! What have they done for you, or
me?
JOE. [_Dropping his head again._] It's the kiddie, you know--her being a
thief's daughter--
MARY. Is that worse than being the daughter of a pair of miserable
beggars?