Elsie—But Jimmy must go, mine fader. I will not without mine Jimmy go.
Mr. Strauss—But his mudder, Elsie, she will not him let go.
Elsie—I will let him go. He is mine Jimmy! And he has no mudder.
Mr. Strauss—No mudder? How dot vos? Who dot poy belong to aretty?
Bridget—He was my sister’s bye, and as good a bye as iver walked on two ligs.
Mr. Strauss—Let him come mine poy to be—mine Elsie’s brodder. He shall von edugation have, and in mine pusiness be, by and by. Vill you mine poy be, Chimmy?
Bridget—Sure and he will. It’s not mesilf will stand in his loight, and he desarves all the good things he’ll get. It’s sorry we’ll be to lose him and Ilsie too. Bedad she’s the babby av the whole tinemint—but—Whisht there, Connie! ye musn’t wape. There’s the three to be loighted, and all the prisints and the candy and apples. All roise, now, and say Wilcome, and we’ll be afther lighting thot three. (All rise, and shout heartily.) Welcome, welcome to Elsie’s father! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Elsie—I want the candles to light. Jimmy did say I might! (Her father holds her up and she lights one or two, to the accompaniment of the children’s “ohs!” and “ah’s”! as the curtain falls.)
CURTAIN.