Pete. Going? Going after de axe, ob course.
Steve. After the axe! What do you want of the axe?
Pete. Cotch dat ar spoon feller. Didn’t massa say be sure and cotch him wid de axe?
Steve. Well, you are an ignoramus.
Sam (outside, L., in Cockney dialect). Up this way, eh? Oh! never mind, Mister, I’ll find the way. First turn to the right, second to the left, and then keep straight on, and here you are. (Enter, L.) So this is eighty-six, first floor from the roof. It’s airy, anyhow. (Steve, L., Pete, R., step up each side of Sam with the exclamation, “Take your baggage!” One seizes umbrella, the other carpet-bag, and start for entrances, R. and L.) Here, you African, bring back that umbrella, and you, Mr. Upstart, bring back that valise. I choose to have them under my own observation.
Pete. Don’t you want your wardrobe aired?
Sam. No, I don’t want it aired. What’s your name, African?
Pete. My name, massa, am White; dey calls me Pete.
Sam. And what’s your name, Upstart?