Mind de baby!
Gimme a good push!
Hey, you, Woodrow, quit yer crowdin’!
Up yuh go!
[Now that they are all in the room, we may pause to inspect them. They are all badly dressed. Their clothes are torn and shabby; their stockings are full of holes; and they average about three quarters of a glove to every hand. But they are all extraordinarily happy, and not at all shy about showing it. And being Bill’s younger brothers and sisters, they are as tough as the proverbial nails.]
Bill
[Emerging from his concealment, looking decidedly sheepish.]
How did youse get here?
Bessie
We seen yuh go, an’ we run after yuh.