Scene III.
Y. Brownschweiger’s living room again. Granny Aunshitz in her arm-chair, troubled with a cough. Sallie dusting furniture. Looks out of window.
Sallie. Es shtupt en buggy for der deer. ( Looks again. ) Sis so gwiss der duckter and seller Shwinefelt widder. Wos for business hut seller karl do, wunner ich? Ich will hoffa see hen zunacht gessa. Ich will hite net noch mul kocha. Ich bin getired. ( Enter Shwinefelt and Dr. Fraud. )
Dr. Good evening, Miss Sallie! Is der dad net dahame?
( Shwinefelt nods, etc. )
Sallie. Yo, er is noch in der shire. Ich will em roofa. Nemmt eich sits. ( Exit. )
Dr. ( Loud. ) Wee mochts by eich ols, grosmommy?
Granny. Wos?
Dr. ( Louder. ) Wee mochts, etc., etc.
Granny. ( Coughing. ) O, orrig shlecht. Ich glaub os ich de ouszaring hob. Ich hob so en greislicher hushta! ( Enter Yokle. )