Ike. Gift! Gott im Himmel! Bin ich fergift!
Frany. O, Gott! O, Gott! Wee is don des ny komma?
Ike. O, my! O, my! Macht’s mich dote? Herr Yesses! Es shoft shon. Ooh! Hooo! (Holds stomach with both hands, bends down, etc.) Gate ebber for der duckter. Oh! Hooo!—es shoft shon orig. O, ich grick now bol shmartza—won ich—es brent—ach!—ich! Helf mer doch—holed ebber millich—kee warmy millich!
Sallie. (Goes to him.) Es war kay gift. Sy yusht ruich. Es war nix os gips.
Ike. We waisht’s, Sallie? O, ich glaub os es gift war. O! was es zuckt! (More business.)
Shwine. (Aside.) Dummer older difle! Olles ferdorwa. (Attempts to exit when Gust steps before him with a drawn pistol which he holds to Shwinefelt’s head.)
Gust. Net so shtorik. Sits dich noch a wile. Sis noch net so shpote.
Sallie. Sy yusht ruich, Ike, es dute der nix.
Yokle. (Rushing in with a tin full of milk which he sets down before Granny and shouts.) Do is seesy millich.