Mrs. B. Why, Teddy, Teddy, you never brought up the feather-bed.
Teddy (with surprise). Lor, sure, where was my head? [Exit.
Mrs. B. Teddy, have you brought the pillow?
Teddy. Yes, ma’am; all here, (he throws them into the bedstead, then laying himself down, says) Ah, ah! here, nice, soft, downy bed.
Schmidt (pushing him off). Hi, you black nigger, get off of my bed!
Mrs. B. Yes, sir, you can sleep on that bed for four dollars.
Schmidt. I told you that I did not want to buy the bed.
Mrs. B. No, I do not want to sell you the bed. I’ll let you that bed one night for four dollars.
Schmidt. No, no; me not vont to buy it, me vont it only till the morning.
Mrs. B. Yes, yes; I let you the bed till morning for four dollars.