"Fix 'em! Fix 'em! That's EASY! Say, how have you been getting along, anyhow?"
"Great!"
"And you married one of these Panamanicures, eh?" The father scowled.
"Lord! I can trust you to make a fool of yourself."
"Say, dad. She's only—so big." Anthony Junior indicated his wife's stature, smiling rapturously.
"Dwarf, eh?"
"Oh no!"
"Love her?"
"DO I? It's fierce."
"Humph! You'll have to get over it. I'll pay your debts and take care of you, but I can't stand a mulatto around me."
"There aren't any debts, and she's not a mulatto. She's a—dream."