Tony—
“’Fi’s a leetla orphan, wif no share in the Kissmiss joy,
I’d jus’ dopt ole Santa Clausa, and be hees leetla boy.”
Mr. Opperman—A goot chooze, dot vould be, aretty.
Elsie—I wouldn’t. I’d ’dopt my Jimmy, and his little sister be.
Jimmy—Just like you did, Ilsie darlint.
Katie—Nixt is a rale plantation song by the Washington famerly, the hull four av thim.
Chloe—Yo ottah call it a quahtette, honey. Dat’s de stylish name. (Pompey plays his banjo, and they all sing. Any of the old Southern Darkey songs will do—not the ragtime coon song of to-day.)
Katie—Nixt is a ricitation by our esteemed frind and fellow bachelor, Mr. Fritz Opperman.
Mr. Opperman—Bud I don’t vos knew any Gristmas biece, aretty. I voz von Jew, you see, Miss Kadie.