(Mrs. Abner _goes out._ Eileen _again starts towards_ Murray, _but this time_ Flynn, _a young fellow with a brick-coloured, homely, good-natured face, and a shaven-necked haircut, slouches back to_ Murray. Eileen _is brought to a halt in front of the table where she stands, her face working with nervous strain, clasping and unclasping her trembling hands._) FLYNN (_curiously_). Say, Steve, what's this bull about the Doc lettin' yuh beat it if yuh gain to-day? Is it straight goods? MURRAY. He said he might, that's all. (_Impatiently._) How the devil did that story get travelling around? FLYNN (_with a grin_). Wha' d'yuh expect with this gang of skirts chewin' the fat? Well, here's hopin' yuh come home a winner, Steve. MURRAY (_gratefully_). Thanks. (_With confidence._) Oh, I'll gain all right; but whether he'll let me go or not---- (_He shrugs his shoulders._) FLYNN. Make 'em believe. I wish Stanton'd ask waivers on me. (_With a laugh._) I oughter gain a ton to-day. I ate enough spuds for breakfast to plant a farm. STANTON. Flynn! FLYNN. Me to the plate! (_He strides to the scales._) MURRAY. Good luck! (_He starts to join_ Eileen, _but_ Miss Bailey, _who has finished her talk with_ Mrs. Turner, _who goes out to the hall, approaches_ Eileen _at just this moment._ Murray _stops in his tracks, fuming. He and_ Eileen _exchange a glance of helpless annoyance._) MISS BAILEY (_her thin face full of the satisfaction of misery finding company--plucks at_ Eileen's _sleeve_). Say, Carmody, she sent you back to bed, too, didn't she? EILEEN (_absent-mindedly_). I suppose---- MISS BAILEY. You suppose? Don't you know? Of course she did. I got to go, too. (_Pulling_ Eileen's _sleeve._) Come on. Let's get out of here. I hate this place, don't you? STANTON (_calling the next_). Hopper! FLYNN (_shouts to_ Murray _as he is going out to the hall_). I hit 'er for a two-bagger, Steve. Come on now, Bo, and bring me home! 'Atta, boy! (_Grinning gleefully, he slouches out._ Doctor Stanton _and all the patients laugh._) MISS BAILEY (_with irritating persistence_). Come on, Carmody. You've got to go to bed, too. EILEEN (_at the end of her patience--releasing her arm from the other's grasp_). Let me alone, will you? I don't have to go to bed now--not till to-morrow morning. MISS BAILEY (_despairingly, as if she couldn't believe her ears_). You don't have to go to bed? EILEEN. Not now--no. MISS BAILEY (_in a whining rage_). Why not? You've been running a temp, too, and I haven't. You must have a pull, that's what! It isn't fair. I'll bet you lost more than I did, too! What right have you got---- Well, I'm not going to bed if you don't. Wait 'n' see! EILEEN (_turning away, revolted_). Go away! Leave me alone, please. STANTON. Lowenstein! MISS BAILEY (_turns to the hall door, whining_). All right for you! I'm going to find out. It isn't square. I'll write home.