Frany. O, Gott! O, Gott! Wee is don des ny komma?
Ike. O, my! O, my! Macht’s mich dote? Herr Yesses! Es shoft shon. Ooh! Hooo! ( Holds stomach with both hands, bends down, etc. ) Gate ebber for der duckter. Oh! Hooo!—es shoft shon orig. O, ich grick now bol shmartza—won ich—es brent—ach!—ich! Helf mer doch—holed ebber millich—kee warmy millich!
Sallie. ( Goes to him. ) Es war kay gift. Sy yusht ruich. Es war nix os gips.
Ike. We waisht’s, Sallie? O, ich glaub os es gift war. O! was es zuckt! ( More business. )
Shwine. ( Aside. ) Dummer older difle! Olles ferdorwa. ( Attempts to exit when Gust steps before him with a drawn pistol which he holds to Shwinefelt’s head. )
Gust. Net so shtorik. Sits dich noch a wile. Sis noch net so shpote.
Sallie. Sy yusht ruich, Ike, es dute der nix.
Yokle. ( Rushing in with a tin full of milk which he sets down before Granny and shouts. ) Do is seesy millich.
Granny. See is gute. ( Takes it and drinks it. )
Yokle. O, my kindt! my kindt!