BAUER. [Penetrated by her words more and more.] My hollerin'!....
[The telephone rings; she answers it.
MRS. BAUER. Yes, Mrs. Mohler, he's come in now.—Yes.—Won't after dinner do?—All right.—Thank you, Mrs. Mohler. [She hangs up the receiver.] Mrs. Mohler wants you to fix her sink right after dinner.
BAUER. I'm not goin' to do any more fixin' around here.
MRS. BAUER. You hold on to yourself, Fritz; that's no way to talk; Mrs. Mohler's a nice woman.
BAUER. I don't want to see no more nice women. [After a pause.] Hollerin'!—that's what's the matter with me—hollerin', eh? Well, I've took it all out in hollerin'.
MRS. BAUER. They hear you and they think you've got no feelings.
BAUER. [In utter amazement at the irony of the situation.] And I was goin' after the damned cat to take care of it.
MRS. BAUER. Why didn't you tell the judge all about it?
BAUER. They got me rattled among them. The lady was so soft and pleasant—"He must be made to understand, your honor," she said to the judge, "that dumb animals has feelin's, too, just as well as human beings"—Me, Miene—made to understand that! I couldn't say nothin'. My voice just stuck in my throat.