Yokle. Mer darf see evva doch net dote shlawga.
Shwine. O, nay! Ovver won mer eera Awdorn tay shtork mocha date! See kent mol shnell shtarwa, waisht, om mawga gromp, oder eppes so.
Yokle. Wos in der welt mainsht du?
Shwine. Du fershtaist’s, denk ich. Won see dote ginkt, data meer, du und ich, $10,000 zeaga, saysht? No ken shreef, ken assignee, ken ufbrecherye! Und see is anyhow olt genunk for op zu passa.
Yokle. Yaw, ovver wee kent mer’s macha?
Shwine. Horich! Ich sawg deer’s! Du gaisht in der shtore und gricksht 10 cent wart mice gift. Ich darf kanes kawfa. Ich hob kay mice, ich board am wartshouse. Ovver du husht rotta, kansht sawga. Du bringsht meer’s peckly und ich psuch eich anes fon denna ovet—sell is all—$10,000 oder uf brecha. Wee sawgsht?
Yokle. ( Walking back and forth. ) Ich doos!
( Exeunt both. )
Scene II.
Small sitting room. Best room. Evening. Lamp burning. Sallie seated alone, sewing.