Eva. Quick, quick, Ida! mother’s fainted.
Ida. You don’t mean it?
Eva. Yes, yes, come quick! What are you waiting for?
Ida. But Mr. Kids is on the brink of a precipice.
Eva. Let him stay there. Come with me. (Drags Eva off, R.)
Mulligrub (aside). Won’t somebody be kind enough to remove that precipice?
Kids (rising). Yaas, weally, that owiginal ideah will kill me, I know it will. I must go and bathe my head in Cologne, I must weally. Miss Ida didn’t push well; in fact, I don’t believe she’s fond of pushing fellah’s ovaw, I don’t, weally.
[Exit, C.
Mulligrub (comes from behind screen). I don’t think that’s Dip—I don’t, weally. Egad! those girls of mine are determined not to be caught by chaff. I wonder if I can say as much for the old lady. I wish she would make her appearance. This must be the room. Ah, here she comes. Now for something interesting. (Runs behind screen.)
Enter Mrs. Mulligrub, r.