MARTHY--Take a slant in the mirror and yuh'll see. Ho-ho! [Recovering from her mirth--chuckling, scornfully.] A square-head tryin' to kid Marthy Owen at this late day!--after me campin' with barge men the last twenty years. I'm wise to the game, up, down, and sideways. I ain't been born and dragged up on the water front for nothin'. Think I'd make trouble, huh? Not me! I'll pack up me duds an' beat it. I'm quittin' yuh, get me? I'm tellin' yuh I'm sick of stickin' with yuh, and I'm leavin' yuh flat, see? There's plenty of other guys on other barges waitin' for me. Always was, I always found. [She claps the astonished CHRIS on the back.] So cheer up, Dutchy! I'll be offen the barge before she comes. You'll be rid o' me for good--and me o' you--good riddance for both of us. Ho-ho! CHRIS--[Seriously.] Ay don' tank dat. You vas good gel, Marthy. MARTHY--[Grinning.] Good girl? Aw, can the bull! Well, yuh treated me square, yuhself. So it's fifty-fifty. Nobody's sore at nobody. We're still good frien's, huh? [LARRY returns to bar.] CHRIS--[Beaming now that he sees his troubles disappearing.] Yes, py golly. MARTHY--That's the talkin'! In all my time I tried never to split with a guy with no hard feelin's. But what was yuh so scared about--that I'd kick up a row? That ain't Marthy's way. [Scornfully.] Think I'd break my heart to lose yuh? Commit suicide, huh? Ho-ho! Gawd! The world's full o' men if that's all I'd worry about! [Then with a grin, after emptying her glass.] Blow me to another scoop, huh? I'll drink your kid's health for yuh. CHRIS--[Eagerly.] Sure tang. Ay go gat him. [He takes the two glasses into the bar.] Oder drink. Same for both. LARRY--[Getting the drinks and putting them on the bar.] She's not such a bad lot, that one. CHRIS--[Jovially.] She's good gel, Ay tal you! Py golly, Ay calabrate now! Give me vhiskey here at bar, too. [He puts down money. LARRY serves him.] You have drink, Larry. LARRY--[Virtuously.] You know I never touch it. CHRIS--You don't know what you miss. Skoal! [He drinks--then begins to sing loudly.] "My Yosephine, come board de ship--" [He picks up the drinks for MARTHY and himself and walks unsteadily into the back room, singing.] "De moon, she shi-i-i-ine. She looks yust like you. Tche-tchee, tchee-tchee, tchee-tchee, tchee-tchee." MARTHY--[Grinning, hands to ears.] Gawd!