TWO:"Naah," said Shorty weariedly. "Nearly dead for something. Awful stoopid layin' around up there among them hayseeds, doin' nothin'. Jest run down to Jeffersonville to see if I couldn't strike something that'd some life in it.""With all the navy to help 'em," interjected Si.
THREE:MRS. B.: What difference does that make? They need help, don't they? And we can give them help. If you really have an idea?
