Katie—A Christmas tree! Why didn’t she offer her the earth, with a noice little pick fince around it? And ye wouldn’t lave us for a Christmas tree, Elsie darlint?
Elsie—“No,” I said, “Jimmy will buy me a Christmas tree a’reddy.”
Mickey—Like fun he will! Does she think Jimmy’s a millionair?
Jimmy—And she asked where did we live, and I said, “over at the South side,” says I, and I mutters “over the lift” to mesilf and says she, “I’m a coming to see yer mother,” she says. And says I, wid the face av me as sober as a praste, “Me mither’s me ant, for the rale mither av me’s over in Ould Oirland in a churchyard, where she’s been iver since jist before I was born, or jist afther, I forgit which, its so long ago.”
Elsie—And she laughed, and said she was going to haf her pretty baby, yet a’retty, but I won’t with that lady go. I will stay with my Jimmy. Jimmy won’t let her get me.
Jimmy—Don’t worry the golden braids av yer, Ilsie love. I gave her shtrate way out at the South side that isn’t there at all, at all, and bedad, she’ll hunt awhile before she finds that addriss, and whin she does, it’ll be the wrong one.
Elsie—(confidently) And Jimmy will buy me a Christmas, won’t you, Jimmy?
Jimmy—Maybe, Ilsie love, a little one.
Elsie—No, a big one, with a big, big tree.
Caesar—Dar don’t no trees grow in de city, Ailsie honey, not cut down ones.