That, man had better be
careful where I'm concerned--he and his bosom friend, Dr. Fleischer. The
latter more especially. If I just wanted to say it--one word and that man
would be under lock and key.
[_From the beginning of his speech on he has gradually withdrawn and
speaks the last words from without._
MRS. WOLFF
I suppose the men got to quarrelin' again?
MRS. MOTES
[_Apparently confidential._] There's no jesting with my husband. If he
determines on anything, he doesn't let go till it's done. And he stands
very well with the justice.--But how about the eggs and the bread?
MRS. WOLFF
[_Reluctantly._] Well, I happen to have five eggs lyin' here. An' a piece
o' bread. [_MRS. MOTES puts the eggs and the half of a loaf into her
basket._] Are you satisfied now?
MRS. MOTES
Certainly; of course. I suppose the eggs are fresh?
MRS. WOLFF
As fresh as my chickens can lay 'em.
MRS. MOTES
[_Hastening in order to catch up with her husband._] Well, good-night.
You'll get your money next Saturday.
[_Exit._
MRS. WOLFF
All right; that'll be all right enough! [_She closes the door and speaks
softly to herself._] Get outta here, you! Got nothin' but debts with
everybody around.
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