MRS. B. There is a room next to my own, which is not occupied, you can have for four dollars. I'll send your change immediately. SCHMIDT. Landlady--two cent change. MRS. B. I remember--_two cents_. That is the meanest man I ever saw. [_Exit, R._ SCHMIDT. Four dollar for one ped! Tat ish enough to set up von saving bank, un many saving bank hash got not ash moch as dat. _Enter PRETTY POLLY with onion, R., she holds it out to him at arm's length._ POLLY. Here is your onion. SCHMIDT. Tat ish nice leetle gal. I have got un boy tat ish un gal--she ish 'pout your age, if she ish older ash you. POLLY. Why, sir, I am not a _little_ girl--I am nineteen. SCHMIDT. Never mind; you are nice, good gal, un wen I goes away I will make you un present. POLLY. Make _me_ a present, sir?--what? SCHMIDT. Yaw--of a kiss. POLLY. Thank you, sir; we ask double for that. SCHMIDT. Well, I won't take some. [_Goes up._ POLLY. He's a brute, and has no taste for luxuries. [_Flounces out._ SCHMIDT (_at table_). Tat was a burty leetle gal, un if she hadn't charges so moch, I would make her von present mit a kiss before I go. Tis onion ish ash strong dat if you but him on top tis table for five minutes, he jumps all round so moch ash like ter spirit-knockers. _Enter MRS. BARRISNOBE and TEDDY carrying bedstead, which they fix in position by adjusting the side posts in the two holes sunk in stage._ MRS. B. Now, Teddy, have you fixed it up nice for the gentleman? TEDDY. Yes, ma'am. MRS. B. Then you can go. [_Exit._ SCHMIDT. Is this my bedroom? MRS. B. Yes, and you can sleep on that bed for four dollars. SCHMIDT. That bed? Why, where is the bed? MRS. B. (_looking over the head-board_). Lor, that is so. Teddy, Teddy! _Enter TEDDY._ TEDDY. Yes, ma'am. MRS. B. Why, Teddy, Teddy, you never brought up the feather-bed. TEDDY (_with surprise_). Lor, sure, where was my head? [_Exit._ MRS. B. Teddy, have you brought the pillow? TEDDY. Yes, ma'am; all here, (_he throws them into the bedstead, then laying himself down, says_) Ah, ah! here, nice, soft, downy bed. SCHMIDT (_pushing him off_). Hi, you black nigger, get off of my bed! MRS. B. Yes, sir, you can sleep on that bed for four dollars. SCHMIDT. I told you that I did not want to buy the bed. MRS. B. No, I do not want to sell you the bed. I'll let you that bed one night for four dollars. SCHMIDT. No, no; me not vont to buy it, me vont it only till the morning. MRS. B. Yes, yes; I let you the bed till morning for four dollars. SCHMIDT. Very well; me tired, cannot stay talking, walked thirty-five miles; call me in the morning. (_lays himself down on bed._)