AMELIA. No, mother, I'll never get done with it. The silver won't clean, and I don't think it is real.
OLD LADY. Not real? Let me see!—Why, indeed, it's quite black! [To the JUDGE, who in the meantime has pulled down another shade] Where did you get this set from?
JUDGE. That one? Why, it came from an estate.
OLD LADY. For your services as executor! What you got was like what you gave!
JUDGE. You had better not make any defamatory remarks, for they are punishable under the law.
OLD LADY. Are you crazy, or was there anything crazy about my remark?
JUDGE. And for that matter, it is silver—sterling silver.
OLD LADY. Then it must be Amelia's fault.
A VOICE. [Coming through the window from the outside] The Judge can turn white into black, but he can't turn black into white!
JUDGE. Who said that?