Mrs. B. Four dollars.
Schmidt. Four dollars! my Got un hemmel! Why, I gets un bed in Chatham Street, New York, for swelve un a half cent.
Mrs. B. You will remember, sir, you are not in New York; and if you obtain a bed here, four dollars will be the charge.
Schmidt. Landlady, I don’t mean ter bed; I only vant sometinks to lay down mit, un shut mine eyes open—sometinks dat cost not ash moch ash fifty cent.
Mrs. B. There is a room next to my own, which is not occupied, you can have for four dollars. I’ll send your change immediately.
Schmidt. Landlady—two cent change.
Mrs. B. I remember—two cents. That is the meanest man I ever saw. [Exit, R.
Schmidt. Four dollar for one ped! Tat ish enough to set up von saving bank, un many saving bank hash got not ash moch as dat.
Enter Pretty Polly with onion, R., she holds it out to him at arm’s length.
Polly. Here is your onion.