CHRIS--[Coming up to her--with a wink.] Ay tal you, Anna, we calabrate, yes--dis one time because we meet after many year. [In a half whisper, embarrassedly.] Dey gat good port wine, Anna. It's good for you. Ay tank--little bit--for give you appetite. It ain't strong, neider. One glass don't go to your head, Ay promise. ANNA--[With a half hysterical laugh.] All right! I'll take port. CHRIS--Ay go gat him. [He goes out to the bar. As soon as the door closes, Anna starts to her feet.] ANNA--[Picking up her bag--half--aloud--stammeringly.] Gawd, I can't stand this! I better beat it. [Then she lets her bag drop, stumbles over to her chair again, and covering her face with her hands, begins to sob.] LARRY--[Putting down his paper as CHRIS comes up--with a grin.] Well, who's the blond? CHRIS--[Proudly.] Dat vas Anna, Larry. LARRY--[In amazement.] Your daughter, Anna? [CHRIS nods. LARRY lets a long, low whistle escape him and turns away embarrassedly.] CHRIS--Don't you tank she vas pooty gel, Larry? LARRY--[Rising to the occasion.] Sure! A peach! CHRIS--You bet you! Give me drink for take back--one port vine for Anna--she calabrate dis one time with me--and small beer for me. LARRY--[As he gets the drinks.] Small beer for you, eh? She's reformin' you already. CHRIS--[Pleased.] You bet! [He takes the drinks. As she hears him coming, ANNA hastily dries her eyes, tries to smile. CHRIS comes in and sets the drinks down on the table--stares at her for a second anxiously--patting her hand.] You look tired, Anna. Veil, Ay make you take good long rest now. [Picking up his beer.] Come, you drink vine. It put new life in you. [She lifts her glass--he grins.] Skoal, Anna! You know dat Svedish word? ANNA--Skoal! [Downing her port at a gulp like a drink of whiskey--her lips trembling.] Skoal? Guess I know that word, all right, all right! [The Curtain Falls] Act II SCENE--Ten days later. The stern of the deeply-laden barge, "SIMEON WINTHROP," at anchor in the outer harbor of Provincetown, Mass. It is ten o'clock at night. Dense fog shrouds the barge on all sides, and she floats motionless on a calm. A lantern set up on an immense coil of thick hawser sheds a dull, filtering light on objects near it--the heavy steel bits for making fast the tow lines, etc. In the rear is the cabin, its misty windows glowing wanly with the light of a lamp inside. The chimney of the cabin stove rises a few feet above the roof. The doleful tolling of bells, on Long Point, on ships at anchor, breaks the silence at regular intervals.