O’Rourke. Was that him what tore me away from moi home and kindred last noight?
Kitty. I suppose so.
O’Rourke. Then, Miss Claus, Oi shall have yer father prosecuted for cruelty to animals. That’s phwat Oi will. (motions Kitty to come nearer) Come here, now, come here, come here. (Kitty comes to his side, O’Rourke in a stage whisper says) Do yez chew gum?
Kitty. No sir, my mamma says I mustn’t.
O’Rourke. Well now, that’s a good girrul. Here is a penny; go to the blacksmith’s and get a bun. Say, do you play on the type-writer?
Kitty. Play on the type-writer?
O’Rourke. To be coorse.
(goes through motions of writing with his fingers
Kitty. What is that? I never saw a type-writer.
O’Rourke. Never saw a type-writer? Oh moi child, moi child, Oi fear your musical eddication has been sadly neglected.