Yokle. Hob ich net neyee bicher grickt letsht winter?
Abe. Yaw, ovver sie missa widder all neyee greega den winter.
Yokle. Well, boova, ich kan eich ken neyee bicher kaufa shun widder. (Granny coughs.)
Frany. Horich! ’skomt ebber. Wos net alles drunner und drivver. (Bustles about and dusts chairs.)
(Enter Henner Hoffman. Granny coughs.)
Hoffman. Good novet!
Yokle and Frany. Denky! Nem der’n sitz, Henner. (He seats himself near Granny.)
Hoffman. Kalt wedder.
Yokle. Yaw, ’sis mechtig kalt.