Peggy. Now, Will—be quiet. Listen, Mr. Schmidt—we've had hard luck the last few days, but we're honest people, and we won't cheat you out of your money.
Schmidt. You don't come by my place for some days, now, hey?
Peggy. We haven't had money to buy anything, Mr. Schmidt.
Schmidt.—Vot you do for food den—hey?
Peggy. We had a little bread—and those beans you gave us—and the prunes. We've been living on them.
Schmidt. But dem beans und prunes—dey should be all gone now.
Peggy. We've been sparing. There's enough for to-morrow morning yet.
Schmidt. Hey? Mein Gott! Und vot you feed dot liddle boy, hey?
Peggy. We're hoping for a check to-day—or perhaps to-morrow. My husband wrote a poem, and a magazine has just published it—
Schmidt. Poem, hey? Vot dey pay for poems?