Ben. Dat po' chile's mos' ersleep now. Come on, honey. Ben'll take you to bed. [Lifts Sonny in his arms.]
Pepper. That's right, Ben. Run on with him, Bub—Ben'll take care of you. [Exit Ben, with children. Enter Tim.] Well, Tim, did you get Simpson?
Tim. Yes, sir, and he says he'll come and fetch the kids in the morning—he won't on no account let them stay to see the show.
[General groan of indignation.
Barney. The like of him ain't fit to live!
Harry [disgusted]. Wot sort of chap do you call that!
Jerry. Can't we do nothin' about it?
Pepper. Sure you did your best, Tim?—you didn't make him mad, maybe?
Tim. Me? No, sir! But he was madder about the kids than he was scared about them, I reckon.