Mike. That he does and I couldn’t think more of an only child if I had wan nor an only father ayther for that matter. I’m prayin’ for him night an’ day. If he survives these baths and the alectricity an’ the drugs and the plasthers, it’ll be a great triumph of the midical profession. There he comes now, I hear his cane on the walk.
Enter Boyler, L., limping and twisted with rheumatism.
Boyler. Good morning, Mike, good morning, Norah.
Mike. Mornin’, sir. Begob, ye’re spry as a kitten this marnin’. I thought it was the milkman whin I heerd yez.
Boyler. Mike, try to be careful to-day. You rubbed my right side yesterday till I think you started all my ribs.
Norah. Do be gentle, Mike.
Mike. I’ll be as tender—as tender as a shpring chicken. It’s alictricity, sor, to-day?
Boyler. So it is, I forgot.
Mike. The docthor said yez couldn’t stand another bath to-day. (Catching himself.) I mane ye’re improvin’ till yez don’t nade it. (Leads B. into D. F. to operating room.)
Norah. (Washing bottles.) Such dirty bottles. The labels ain’t half soaked off and the half of them look greasy. (Sound of machine humming.) Boyler groans: “Oh! Mike, that’s too strong.”