Lena. You know dot I do.
Han. Then what made you ask me? But it vosn’t candy. Candy vos unhealdy. So I hab brought you a dog.
Lena. A dog! vot vill I do mit a dog?
Han. Shoot him; you see he vos a nice dog; he vos the image of you.
Lena. Oh, Hannis!
Han. Und I thought dot mebbe you might wear him in your locket, or haf him stuffed into a pracelet or something like dot.
Lena. You vos joking.
Han. Shust you go und tell dot dog dot he vos a liar. You vill see vedder I vos joking.
Lena. An’ is a dog all dat you haf bringed me?
Han. No, Lena, I have brought you somedings else.