Harry. Poor kids!
Dutch. Und ve all leafin' der kinder shtandin'. Here—der box seats ain'd all sold yet. [Brings box and seats them kindly.]
Ben [kneeling before them]. Why—dey shoes is all bust out——
Jerry. The poor kids ought to be in bed.
Tim. Did you have any supper?
Jack. When did you say you started?
Bub. Right after dinner, an' we thought we could get here for the show to-night, but, you see, Sonny couldn't walk very fast——
Sonny [sets up a howl, gives Bub a punch that nearly knocks him off the box, and rubs his eyes harder than ever]. I did, too, now, Bub! I walked an' I walked an' I walked, so I did! An' I want my supper, I do, an' I want to go to bed!
Jerry. Hustle off, Dutch, and get the poor kid some grub——
[Exit Dutch in haste.