Town. (Severely.) Mrs. Townsley, who is talking now?
Mrs. T. But you don’t do anything. You just stand there as unconcerned.
Town. What can I do?
Mrs. T. I wish I was a man.
Adolph. This is puffickly dwedful!
Sol. I. If you blease, macher, a little petter light. (Getting closer to candle.) I wrides dem ogsident gombanies to put a goupon on der bolicy, “Not good unless der barty vas in der zellar.” Dem gombanies safes monies oont I get a gommission.
Mrs. T. (Suddenly.) Where’s Tootsie?
Tootsie. I’m here all right, maw.
Jack T. Yes, I fetched her, you bet. (Jack goes to door to peep out. Lightning and fierce crash of thunder. Mrs. T. and Mrs. B. scream in concert. Adolph starts and stumbles, falling, drops candle.)
Jim F. Hello there, Puterbaugh. (Helps him up.) Lightning strike you?