but he'll use up a poor old widow's last bit of firewood. He'll do that cheerfully enough! A big, strong lout like that lying around all day resting his lazy bones! He ought to be ashamed to look decent people in the face.
Julie
I'm sorry, Mother Hollunder. . . .
Mother Hollunder
Sorry! Better be sorry the lazy good-for-nothing ain't in jail where he belongs instead of in the way of honest, hard-working people. [She exits into the kitchen.]
Marie
Who's that?
Julie
Mrs. Hollunder—my aunt. This is her [with a sweeping gesture that takes in the camera, dark-*room and screen] studio. She lets us live here for nothing.
Marie
What's she fetching the wood for?
Julie
She brings us everything we need. If it weren't for her I don't know what would become of us. She's a good-hearted soul even if her tongue is sharp. [There is a pause.]
