Mrs. B. Mercy on us! I’ll bet the cyars is wrecked an’ John’s hurt. Oh Jim—
Jim. Don’t be skeared, mom! The cyars didn’t get into the cyclone, only the locomotive. It’s still runnin’ nateral as life. The fireman’s heavin’ in coal.
Adolph. I weally cawn’t get back to New Yawk without me twunk.
Sol. I. Ton’t co pack py Nye Yorick yet, mine frent. You haf not seen half ter peauties of dis great gountry alretty.
Jim. T. There it’s about over now. Major Townsley, I’ll bet three to one that old mule doesn’t get back inside three days. It took him two days last time an’ he’s gittin’ old an’ stiff. (Gets lighter.)
Sol. I. (To Adolph.) Mine frent, dot was a coot pet. We’ll make up a little zindigate oont dry it. Jim, I dakes ten tollars vort of dot pet, hants town. (Gets daylight again.)
Mrs. T. Townsley, is the hotel gone?
Town. (Unbarring door.) No, only the roof and the chimneys. Jim has been exaggerating slightly.
Sol. I. I suspected oxacheration. I’ve pin dere pefore. (Struck with idea.) Py cracious, I’ll ket up an oxacheration bolicy for dis gountry. It would be a vortune broperly hantled. (T. opens door.)
Mrs. T. (Going toward door.) Roof gone and dinner ruined.