Mr. Strauss—I vill go and buy von big real tree aretty, mine Elsie, with candles and ornaments and gifts, and all these shall see.
Elsie—I’d rather have this tree, mine fader. I do this tree like.
Mr. Strauss—Den dis tree you shall have, mine Elsie, and New Years’ Day we will one big tree have, mine country blace out at, and all these shall come, who have mine Elsie bin goot to, aretty.
Jimmy—Are you going to take Elsie away, sir?
Elsie—I can’t from Jimmy away go. Mine Jimmy must with us go, mine fader. I vos Jimmy’s little sister.
Mr. Opperman—It vos dot Chimmy dot did find her crying the street in, and pring her here.
Mr. Strauss—And you cared for her? You did not let her to the Orphan asylum go? But you are poor people. How you do it?
Pat—Sure we did it betwane us, and nobody missed the bite and sup the wee colleen took. But she’s the loight av all our eyes, sir, and we shall miss her sadly. Indade we shall.
Mr. Strauss—She shall come back. She often shall come. And all you who so kind have been shall come her to see. Ve never our friends shall forget, who cared for mine Elsie.