Adolph. Weally I cawn’t say. I feel so shook up. (Feels his arms.)
Jim F. You’re all right. That ain’t a marker to what we’ll get. Why, last cyclone the lightning fell in great balls, as big as your head, that danced round the ground among the hailstones and melted away slowly—them that didn’t explode. (Lightning and another crash of thunder.) I saw a chunk of it in the chimley corner next day.
Adolph. (Jumping.) Weally, I cawn’t stand that, don’t you know. I wish I’d nevah left New Yawk.
Sol. I. Mine frent, you was nerfous. Haf you an ogsident bolicy? I’ll write you up. You vas a goot risk, seein’ you was in der zellar.
Adolph. Weally, my fwend, you aw impawtunate. I have me insurance, don’t you know, always cawy it same as me cane.
Sol. I. Dot Nye Yorick insurance vas no goot in Dexas. It hasn’t got der ziglone goupon.
Jack. (Going to door.) Oh Tootsie, come an’ look. It’s just splendid. Black as ink, an’ way off yellow as can be. (Tootsie runs to door.)
Tootsie. Aint that just tip top?
Mrs. T. (Severely.) Major Townsley, do you see those children?