Topp. (Surprised.) Customer!
Tick. I always wait till he is not busy, then I get him into a good humor—
Topp. (Snorting.) Oh, you do; then let me say that I am not in a good humor.
Tick. No, your humor is bad.
Topp. And I will have none of your attempts at witticism.
Enter Gin. L.
Gin. Massa Topp, dem kids is crying fit to kill!
Topp. Kids! What do you mean by kids?
Gin. Wy dat gemmen left two kids in de yard.
Topp. Goats on my lawn! They’ll ruin all the shrubbery. Of all things I detest a goat. First we were beset by a legion of dogs, now we are threatened with goats. This is no menagerie. Put them out at once, at once I say, before they ruin the plants.