Voice (with impersonal contempt) You? No. Not you. Kitty. You stink.

Woman’s voice (rasping, angry) Don’t you dare talk to me that way. You pickpocket.

Voice (still impersonal, but louder) Oh, I see. Want to get tough, hey? Close the door. Go hide.

Woman’s voice You pickpocket. All of you.

The door slams.

Voice (roaring with laughter which is very sad) Oh – Kitty, Room 21. Where the hell is that room?

Tom (to Joe) Joe, I’ll kill him.

Kitty (fully herself again, terribly frightened) Who is it?

She looks long and steadily at Tom and Joe. Tom is standing, excited and angry. Joe is completely at ease, his expression full of pity. Kitty buries her face in the bed.

Joe (gently) Tom. Just take him away.

Voice Here it is. Number 21. Three naturals. Heaven. My blue heaven. The west, a nest, and you. Just Molly and me. (Tragically.) Ah, to hell with everything.

A young Sailor, a good-looking boy of no more than twenty or so, who is only drunk and lonely, comes to the bed, singing sadly.

Sailor Hi-ya, Kitty. (Pause.) Oh. Visitors. Sorry. A thousand apologies. (To Kitty.) I’ll come back later.

Tom (taking him by the shoulders, furiously) If you do, I’ll kill you.

Joe holds Tom. Tom pushes the frightened boy away.

Joe (sombrely) Tom. You stay here with Kitty. I’m going down to Union Square to hire an automobile. I’ll be back in a few minutes. We’ll ride out to the ocean and watch the sun go down. Then we’ll ride down the Great Highway to Half Moon Bay. We’ll have supper down there, and you and Kitty can dance.

Tom (stupefied, unable to express his amazement and gratitude) Joe, you mean you’re going to go on an errand for me? You mean you’re not going to send me?

Joe That’s right.

He gestures toward Kitty, indicating that Tom shall talk to her, protect the innocence in her which is in so much danger when Tom isn’t near, which Tom loves so deeply. Joe leaves. Tom studies Kitty, his face becoming childlike and sombre. He sets the carousel into motion, listens, watching Kitty, who lifts herself slowly, looking only at Tom. Tom lifts the turning carousel and moves it slowly toward Kitty, as though the toy were his heart. The piano music comes up loudly and the lights go down, while Harry is heard dancing swiftly.

Blackout.

Act Four

A little later. Wesley, the coloured boy, is at the piano. Harry is on the little stage, dancing. Nick is behind the bar. The Arab is in his place. Kit Carson is asleep on his folded arms. The Drunkard comes in. Goes to the telephone for the nickel that might be in the return-chute. Nick comes to take him out. He gestures for Nick to hold on a minute. Then produces a half-dollar. Nick goes behind the bar to serve the Drunkard whisky.

Drunkard To the old, God bless them. (Another.) To the new, God love them. (Another.) To – children and small animals, like little dogs that don’t bite. (Another. Loudly.) To reforestation. (Searches for money. Finds some.) To – President Taft.