Dr. Yacub, wee gates!
Yokle. So, es mus gute sy!
Dr. ( Seats himself near Granny. ) Ich will eich ebbes zuwaig mocha dos der hushta gute mocht. ( Feels pulse and looks at watch. ) Seit so gute und shtate mol uf.
Granny. Hăh?
Dr. Shtate mol uf.
Granny. ( With difficulty rises. ) Wos no?
Dr. Ich will emol horicha wee eier lung shoft.
Granny. Yaw, dee shoft nix may!
( Dr. places ear first on one side of chest then on the other. Meanwhile Shwinefelt retires to one side of stage and converses with Yokle. )
Shwinefelt. ( To Yokle. ) Des is de besht business os du noch ny bisht. Ich bin sure os see in de Five Valley Co. gait. Der Dr. fixed de bobbeera all recht. Of course mir missa een bazawla. Er will $25 for des, ovver sell kenna mir awe afforda zu gevva! ( To Dr. ) Och, Dr., du brouchsht net so pertickler sy. Sell is shon long ganunk dorich dee motions gonga.