Knickerbocker.
Oh, he was in the court-house just now. Ah! here he comes!
Enter Rip Van Winkle, Jr.
Rip.
Is dat my baby? come here, Rip, come here, you dog; I am your father. What an interesting brat it is.
Knickerbocker.
But tell us, Rip, where have you hid yourself for the last twenty years?
Rip.
Ech woll—ech woll. I will take mine glass and tell mine strange story and drink the health of mine frients. Unt, ladies and gents, here is your goot health and your future families and may you all live long and prosper.
THE END.