[As though awakening, grasps her head.] Me?—Did I say somethin' about a secret?
JOHN
That you did unless I'm hard o' hearin'. An' it's reelly you unless it's a ghost.
MRS. JOHN
[Surprised and frightened.] Why d'you think I might be a ghost?
JOHN
[Pats his wife good-naturedly on the back.] Come now, Jette, don't bite me. I'm reel glad, that I am, that you're here again with the little kid! [He goes behind the partition.] But it's lookin' a little measly.
MRS. JOHN
The milk didn't agree with him. An' that's because out there in the country the cows is already gettin' green fodder. I got milk here from the dairy company that comes from dry fed cows.