Mrs. B. It is an hour past six, sir.
Schmidt. Vell, what of that?
Mrs. B. I want you out of here.
Schmidt. Not till I’ve had four dollars’ worth.
Mrs. B. I’ll soon teach you what I mean. Here, Mary, Mary! Come up directly.
Enter Negress.
Mary. Yes, ma’am, I’m here.
Mrs. B. Fetch that man out of bed.
Mary. What! He in bed yet? I’ll soon make him clear. (exit, and re-enters with a broomstick, belabors the Dutchman all over, says) You get out of this bed, will you? Sharp, quick!
Schmidt (hustles quickly out of the bed). Vot! Me pay four dollars for that bed, and have no sleep on it all dis night?