It’s a humdinger! It’s a pippin! It’s a looloo!
[He surveys it from top to bottom.]
T’ink of it, Slim, just t’ink of it: a tree like dat—an’ fer one kid!
Slim
Pretty soft, I’ll tell de woild!
Bill
’Tain’t fair! ’Tain’t! Here we got eight young ’uns at home, an’ I promised ’em a tree fer Christmas, an’ dey ain’t got nuttin’: not even a geranium! Gee, wouldn’t dey love dis!
Slim
[Scornfully.]
Are yuh gettin’ mushy?