Snooks. I ain’t smelled nothin’, pop.
Dada. How do you do, sir. You’ll excuse my costume. I was awake and it occurred to me that the house was on fire. I am Mr. Frost’s father.
Snooks. I’m his bootlegger.
Dada. The——?
Snooks. His bootlegger.
Dada [enthusiastically]. You’re my son’s employer?
They shake hands.
Dada. Excuse my costume. I was awake, and I thought I smelled something burning.
Snooks [decisively]. You’re kiddin’ yourself.
Dada. Perhaps I was wrong. My sense of smell is not as exact as it was. My son Jerry is a fine boy. He’s my only son by my second wife, Mr.—? The——? [He is evidently under the impression that Snooks has supplied the name and that he has missed it.] I’m glad to meet his employer. I always say I’m a descendant of Jack Frost. We used to have a joke when I was young. We used to say that the first Frosts came to this state in the beginning of winter. Ha-ha-ha! [He is convinced that he is giving Jerry a boost with his employer.]