GUST. Waisht net wos dee uresoch is, Sallie? SALLIE. Nay, ich doo net, won’s net sy shulda sin. Do is der old Hoffman, der hut getroyt zu shreefa, und no mus er so feel in dee life inshurance co. bezawla, und uf der bowerie gates gar nimmy. (_Cries._) GUST. Wen hot er don inshured? SALLIE. Ich glaub os er dee grossmommy inshured hot. GUST. O, nay, see is shon 10 yore zu olt. Wee olt is see anyhow? See mus 80 sy. SALLIE. Ich hop eera daufshein hite gsayna in da shublaut. (_Goes out and returns with it._) Do is eera elt druf. (_Both examine._) Konsht du es Deutsch laysa? GUST. O, yaw, do is es: “Geboren den 18ten Yooly, 1814.” Sell date see yusht 67 yore olt mocha. Des is net eera daufshein, denk ich. (_Reads._) Yo, sis. (_Examines._) Sawg, muldo! Do sin dee ziffera ferennert, des war 1801. War hot des gadu? SALLIE. Ich glaub os es der Shwinefelt war. GUST. Er war nix zu gute dafor. Und denksht du dy pap druvvelt sich wayga dem? SALLIE. Ich wase net. Ovver er est net, und shloft nimmy! GUST. (_Gets up and walks about._) Ich will dich net fershrecka, ovver ich hop hite gamaint, wee er im shtore wor, es war eppes lets. Un er hut en peckly mice gift kauft. SALLIE. (_Starting up._) Wos? GUST. Sy yusht rooich, Ich hop’s g’filt mit gips. (_Plaster of Paris_). SALLIE. O, my Gott, Gust! Wos soll ich mocha? Es sin dee shulda—my ormer dad! (_Wrings her hands and cries violently._) GUST. Hold up, Sallie. Ich will der now aw noch _gooty_ news sawga. Ich hop hite en breef grickt fom ma lawyer in Ohio; der shreipt dos anes fom mina unkles in sellera shtait gshtorwa is, un hot mir $10,000 fermocht. Now, hop ich en plan; $3,000 bezawlt dime dad sy shulda. So feel geb ich deer, und du lainsht’s eem. Und ich denk, mit em ivvericha, könne ich und du awfonga housa. SALLIE. Oh! Gust. No ferlongsht du mich nimmy. GUST. Wos? Won ich a hunnert douset het date ich es all gevva for dich! (_Kisses her, she cries on his shoulder._) Kum, kum, Sallie! Hile net, mer wella nivver zu der onnera gay und wella eena unser plan sawga. (_Exeunt._) SCENE III. _Same as first. Yokle and Shwinefelt seated on right. Granny on left. In center, by her side is a small table on which are a cup and saucer. Ike and Abe have books. Frany in an arm-chair with pillows under head on extreme left. Two empty chairs near C. Granny coughs. Shwinefelt rises, and, while talking to Granny, empties a folded paper into her teacup. While so occupied, Gust and Sallie appear at left entrance, stop, and see him do it._ SHWINEFELT. Deer seit ols aye zeit wee dee onner. (_Empties paper into cup on the sly._) GRANNY. Yaw, und nee net gute. Ich hop evva ols den hushta! (_Coughs._) SHWINE. Sis evva aw so feicht wedder. GRANNY. Wos? (_Enter GUST and SALLIE and see the act._) SHWINE. So feicht is es drous. (_To YOKLE._) Wos zeit is es shun. Ich denk ich mus bol uf der wake for hame. IKE. (_Coughing._) Ich hop aw der hushta. Gust, husht ken lickerish-ball?