Say! You’d think to hear ’em that Tony’d just been raised from the dead. [She turns back to the two Italians.] Put it in the shade. . . . Mind that varnish, you club-footed wops. . . . There. . . . [She has seen the chair safely along the porch. She returns and makes for the bedroom, saying, as she goes:] He wants a cover and everything you can think of. . . .
The Doctor
[To Joe]: Let me know if I can do anything.
[Amy returns carrying a great, thick quilt. She cuts for the door, muttering happily to herself. On the porch she stops to call through the window to the stricken Joe.]
Amy
Joe—just hand me them newspapers, will you?
Joe
[Obeying]: Here.
Amy
[In the doorway, her arms filled with papers and comforter, she sees his face.] Gee—you look something fierce.
Joe
[In a strangled voice]: Amy . . .
