Act I]
STREET SCENE
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Mrs. Jones
Ain’t she home yet?
Mrs. Maurrant
No. I think maybe she had to work overtime.
Mrs. Jones
Well, all mine ever comes home for is to sleep.
Mrs. Fiorentino
The young girls nowadays—!
Mrs. Olsen
My sister was writin’ me in Schweden is same t’ing—
Mrs. Jones
It ain’t only the young ones, either.
[A baby is heard crying in the cellar.]
Olsen’s Voice
[From the cellar]: Ol-ga!
[A Man, in a dinner jacket and straw hat, appears at the left, whistling a jazz tune. He crosses the stage and goes off at the right.]
Mrs. Olsen
[Hurrying to the right]: I betcha the baby, she’s cryin’ again.
