Billy. Bully. [Both take seats on lounge.
Mrs. S. Did he send a message to me?
Billy. Oh, yes. Said he wanted five dollars, and sent you his love. Nice old man, your father; folks all like him; going to light up the town when he dies.
Mrs. S. And brother Willy?
Billy. He’s got a new boarding-house. Free clothes, free meals, don’t charge a cent for your room, cuts your hair in the bargain. He stole a ham; judge said thirty days; couldn’t make it less.
Mrs. S. Poor Willy! But how is sister Sue?
Billy. Youse didn’t hear about yer sistah Sue?
Mrs. S. Why, no.
Billy. Oh, big news!
Mrs. S. Oh, tell me! She isn’t dead?