Ruff. No.
Hans. Then who did?
Weber. Nobody. One night his gal tole him about de cost ob some ob her gowns. De engagement jes’ sagged in de middle.
Case. Why, you shouldn’t have gotten afraid of talk.
Ruff. No? Why?
Case. Well, before I was married, my wife talked the same way. But now,—why, man, you never saw a more economical woman. She doesn’t waste a thing.
Ruff. Is that so?
Case. Why, sir, if it’s edible, she uses it in hash; if it isn’t, she uses it for hat trimmings.
Hans. Dot’s a goot voman; do you remember her birthdays?
Case. Sure; the day before she puts a bunch of forget-me-nots by my plate.