Grap. Flip-flaps in ze tan? what for, hey?
March. Oh! no matter: let’s see your goods.
Grap. (Attempts to untie bundle.) Sacre! my pack has ze ver hard knot. I must take off my coat! (Takes off coat). Parbleu! I am grow old ver fast ver much.
Mrs. Gale (outside, L.). Kitty! Kitty!
Kitty. Oh, gracious! there’s mother. What shall we do? She can’t abide peddlers.
March. That she can’t. Old gent, you’ll have to tramp.
Grap. Tramp! what for I tramp?
March. You’ll get broomed out if you don’t. Here’s a pretty kettle of fish!
Grap. Keetle of fish? I see no keetle of fish. (Enter Mrs. Gale, L.)