Ikey—Papa I’m in lof. Ain’t it a fine feelings?
Papa—Dat’s nice, Ikey; who is de goil?
Ikey—Ah papa, she’s a peaches and cream. She’s good looking, she’s a good housekeeper, her papa’s got lots of money and—
Papa—Vat’s her name, Ikey?
Ikey—Alma Rosenbloom, ain’t she a daisy?
Papa—You mean de clothing man’s daughtair?
Ikey—Dat’s de goil, papa. How do you like it?
Papa—Ikey, I’m very sorry but it cannot vas.
Ikey—It cannot vas, papa, for why?
Papa—You see, Ikey, ven I vas a young man I was married before and Alma Rosenbloom iss your sistair.