Candy is sweet, and so are you!” ( Kisses her. )
Sallie. Shemsht dich net? Wid dy ivver-ruck net ous du?
Gust. O, yo sell will ich. ( Takes off overcoat and hat. Sallie hangs them up. He places chairs courting fashion. He turns lamp very low. )
Sallie. Net so nidder! Du machsts ous!
Gust. Won’s ous gait, mawgs! ( They seat themselves. He puts his arms around her and—the curtain falls. )
Scene II.
Front yard of farm house. Pump, haystacks, etc. Enter Yokle and Shwinefelt. Yokle carries a shovel, slouch hat on, pants tucked in boots. Shwinefelt in “loud” business suit—third rate style—stand up collar, etc. Both enter talking.
Shwinefelt. Du waisht dee zeit is uf.
Yokle. Ich wase by henk net wos zu du! Es gelt hob ich net und ich ferleer doch net garn was ich nei bazahlt hob.
Shwine. Well, husht nix zu ferkaufa?