An' the devil hisself can't go an' prove nothin' against you.
[A protracted silence.
FIELITZ
If it was as simple as all that! But that ain't noways as easy as you thinks. First of all there's got to be air-holes in here. O' course this here awl—: that'll do for a drill. That thing's got to have a draught, if you want it to catch! If there ain't no draught, it just smothers! Fire's gotta have a draught or it won't burn. Somebody's got to lend a hand here as knows somethin'.
MRS. FIELITZ
Well, that'd be an easy thing for you!
FIELITZ
[Forgetting his point of view in his growing zeal.] There's gotta be a draught here an' another here! An' it's all gotta be done just right! An' then sawdust an' rags here. An' then you go an' pour some kerosene right in.—There ain't nothin' new in all that. I was out in the world for six years.
MRS. FIELITZ
Well, exactly. That's what I been sayin'.