[_Sees her, angrily exclaims._] Annie!
ANNIE. [_In confusion, brushing off table._]--for if she could she
wouldn't have left her trunk, would she, Miss Laura?
[_Crosses to armchair, and picks up kimono off back._
LAURA. No, I suppose not. What did Mrs. Farley say about me?
ANNIE. Oh! nothin' much. [_Crosses left and stands._
LAURA. Well, what?
ANNIE. She kinder say somethin' 'bout yo' being three weeks behind in
yo' room rent, and she said she t'ought it was 'bout time yuh handed
her somethin', seein' as how yuh must o' had some stylish friends when
yuh come here.
LAURA. Who, for instance?
ANNIE. Ah don't know. Mis' Farley said some of 'em might slip yo'
enough jest to help yuh out. [_Pause._] Ain't yo' got nobody to take
care of you at all, Miss Laura?
[_Hangs kimono over back of armchair._
LAURA. No! No one.
ANNIE. Dat's too bad.
LAURA. Why?
ANNIE. [_Crossing again._] Mis' Farley says yuh wouldn't have no
trouble at all gettin' any man to take care of yuh if yuh wanted to.
LAURA. [_With sorrowful shudder._] Please [_Doors of wardrobe open
very slowly._] don't, Annie.
ANNIE. Dere's a gemman [_Playing with corner of tablecloth._] dat
calls on one of de ladies from the Hippodrome, in de big front room
downstairs. He's mighty nice, and he's been askin' 'bout you.
LAURA. [_Exasperated._] Oh, shut up!
ANNIE. [_Sees doors of wardrobe have swung open; she crosses, slams
them shut, turns to_ LAURA.
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