Barbara, brisk and businesslike, comes from the shelter with a note book, and addresses herself to Shirley. Bill, cowed, sits down in the corner on a form, and turns his back on them.
BARBARA. Good morning.
SHIRLEY [standing up and taking off his hat] Good morning, miss.
BARBARA. Sit down: make yourself at home. [He hesitates; but she puts a friendly hand on his shoulder and makes him obey]. Now then! since you've made friends with us, we want to know all about you. Names and addresses and trades.
SHIRLEY. Peter Shirley. Fitter. Chucked out two months ago because I was too old.
BARBARA [not at all surprised] You'd pass still. Why didn't you dye your hair?
SHIRLEY. I did. Me age come out at a coroner's inquest on me daughter.
BARBARA. Steady?
SHIRLEY. Teetotaller. Never out of a job before. Good worker. And sent to the knockers like an old horse!
BARBARA. No matter: if you did your part God will do his.