"Fine," said Bambi. "We brought you some presents, that will make your eyes ache, and, 'Delia, we're famished."
"Dog's foot! Heah I stan' a-gassin' and a-talkin' and you all hungry as wolfses." She hurried off, muttering.
Jarvis and Bambi sat down.
"Isn't there something you want to tell me? I can't just remember what you went to New York for?"
"We went to sell my play," Jarvis prompted.
"To be sure. It had escaped me for a moment. Were you successful?"
"We were not."
"Oh, Jarvis, how can you say that? We don't know yet. Belasco is considering it."
"What is this Belasco?"
Bambi looked at Jarvis, and they both laughed.