KATHLEEN [Perceives Frau Quixano has gone, calls after her in Irish-sounding Yiddish]
Wu geht Ihr, bedad?...
[Impatiently]
Houly Moses, komm' zurick!
[Exit anxiously, re-enter with Frau Quixano.]
Begorra, we Jews never know our way.
[Mendel, carrying the violin, escorts his mother and Kathleen to the elevator. When they are near it, it stops with a thud, and Pappelmeister springs out, his umbrella up, meeting them face to face. He looks happy and beaming over David's triumph.]
PAPPELMEISTER [In loud, joyous voice]
Nun, Frau Quixano, was sagen Sie? Vat you tink of your David?
FRAU QUIXANO