Green. But I tell you there is a strike.
Dan. Yes; and there’ll be another very soon. Here, Smellin’ Bottle, I guess you can drive pretty well.
Harts. Good gwacious! Me? O, nevaw. I should be exhausted at once! I should indeed!
Dan. Then we’ll exhaust you. Come, heave ahead, and take the ribbons.
Harts. But, good gwacious! considaw; I should soil my dwess; I should indeed!
Dan. Well, we’ll fix that. Here, Pat.
Fin. (Coming down.) Here yer are, my darlint.
Dan. Bring some old clo’s in here from that next room—the dirtiest yer can find.
Harts. Good gwacious!