Snooks. It won’t hurt it, lady. Just leave it out in the sun for an hour. Now the spirits of Jupiter. [He fills the medicine dropper from a small bottle and lets a slow, interminable procession of drops fall into the bowl. Jerry watches intently and with gathering anxiety. At about the fourteenth drop he starts every time one falls. Finally Mr. Snooks ceases.]
Jerry. How many did you count?
Snooks. Sixteen.
Jerry. I counted eighteen.
Snooks. Well, a drop or so won’t make no difference. Now you got a funnel?
Jerry. I’ll get one. [He goes for it.]
Snooks. Good stuff, lady. This is as good as what you used to buy for the real thing.
Charlotte does not deign to answer.
You needn’t worry about that spoon. If that spoon had a been the real thing it w’na done like that. You can try out all your stuff that way. A lot of stuff is sold for silver nowadays that ain’t at all.