Tony
Shhh! Here’s Amy!
Amy
[Off stage]: Ah Gee!
[Joe rises; Father McKee pauses in his harangue; Tony beams; Amy enters. She wears a bright dress and a red-straw hat which pushes her hair down about her face. A duster swings dashingly from her shoulders. Her market basket hangs from her arm. She has stuffed some late lupin in the top of it.]
Amy
Scrapping again, are you? What’s the matter, this time? Has Joe got another attack of the foot-itch? [She sets the basket down on the table, doffs hat and duster, and, as she does so, sees Joe’s papers.] Oho! So that’s it. [Patiently Joe folds the papers up.] See them, Tony? [She exhibits the lupin and begins to stuff it into the vase with the artificial flowers.] Ain’t they sweet? They’re so pretty they might be artificial.
Father McKee
We been talkin’ ’bout reformin’ the social system.
