MARTHY--[Nodding her head sympathetically.] Sure--yuh look all in. Been on a bat? ANNA--No--travelling--day and a half on the train. Had to sit up all night in the dirty coach, too. Gawd, I thought I'd never get here! MARTHY--[With a start--looking at her intently.] Where'd yuh come from, huh? ANNA--St. Paul--out in Minnesota. MARTHY--[Staring at her in amazement--slowly.] So--yuh're--[She suddenly bursts out into hoarse, ironical laughter.] Gawd! ANNA--All the way from Minnesota, sure. [Flaring up.] What you laughing at? Me? MARTHY--[Hastily.] No, honest, kid. I was thinkin' of somethin' else. ANNA--[Mollified--with a smile.] Well, I wouldn't blame you, at that. Guess I do look rotten--yust out of the hospital two weeks. I'm going to have another 'ski. What d'you say? Have something on me? MARTHY--Sure I will. T'anks. [She calls.] Hey, Larry! Little service! [He comes in.] ANNA--Same for me. MARTHY--Same here. [LARRY takes their glasses and goes out.] ANNA--Why don't you come sit over here, be sociable. I'm a dead stranger in this burg--and I ain't spoke a word with no one since day before yesterday. MARTHY--Sure thing. [She shuffles over to ANNA'S table and sits down opposite her. LARRY brings the drinks and ANNA pays him.] ANNA--Skoal! Here's how! [She drinks.] MARTHY--Here's luck! [She takes a gulp from her schooner.] ANNA--[Taking a package of Sweet Caporal cigarettes from her bag.] Let you smoke in here, won't they? MARTHY--[Doubtfully.] Sure. [Then with evident anxiety.] On'y trow it away if yuh hear someone comin'. ANNA--[Lighting one and taking a deep inhale.] Gee, they're fussy in this dump, ain't they? [She puffs, staring at the table top. MARTHY looks her over with a new penetrating interest, taking in every detail of her face. ANNA suddenly becomes conscious of this appraising stare--resentfully.] Ain't nothing wrong with me, is there? You're looking hard enough. MARTHY--[Irritated by the other's tone--scornfully.] Ain't got to look much. I got your number the minute you stepped in the door. ANNA--[Her eyes narrowing.] Ain't you smart! Well, I got yours, too, without no trouble. You're me forty years from now. That's you! [She gives a hard little laugh.] MARTHY--[Angrily.] Is that so? Well, I'll tell you straight, kiddo, that Marthy Owen never--[She catches herself up short--with a grin.] What are you and me scrappin' over? Let's cut it out, huh? Me, I don't want no hard feelin's with no one. [Extending her hand.] Shake and forget it, huh? ANNA--[Shakes her hand gladly.] Only too glad to. I ain't looking for trouble. Let's have 'nother. What d'you say? MARTHY--[Shaking her head.] Not for mine. I'm full up. And you-- Had anythin' to eat lately? ANNA--Not since this morning on the train. MARTHY--Then yuh better go easy on it, hadn't yuh? ANNA--[After a moment's hesitation.] Guess you're right. I got to meet someone, too. But my nerves is on edge after that rotten trip.