Billy. I remember him. Used to wear his nose in joints, and had his hair cracked in the middle. Nice gemmen.
Mrs. S. He was that, Billy. I should like to see him again.
Billy. So would the boss ob de hash-house where he boarded. Captain skipped, and nebber paid a cent.
Mrs. S. But he loved me, Billy.
Billy. Ob course—it’s catching.
Mrs. S. And he would come and sit on the sofa by me, same as we are sitting.
Billy. (Aside.) Oh, yum!
Mrs. S. He would draw closer to me.
Billy. (Drawing closer to her. Aside.) You little rascal.
Mrs. S. He would reach my side.