It is toward
evening, at the end of September._
FIELITZ
You get outta this here shop. Go on now!
MRS. FIELITZ
[_Briefly and contemptuously._] Who d'you think'll come in here now? It's
past six.
FIELITZ
You get outta the shop with that trash o' yours.
MRS. FIELITZ
I wish you wouldn't act so like a fool. What's wrong about this here
little box, eh? A little box like this ain't no harm.
FIELITZ
[_Working with enraged violence._] It's somethin' good, ain't it now?
MRS. FIELITZ
[_Still thoughtfully and half in jest._] The sawdust comes up to here ...
An' then they go an' put a candle plumb in the middle here ...
FIELITZ
Look here, ma, you're too smart for me! If that there smartness o' yours
keeps on, I see myself in gaol one o' these days.
MRS. FIELITZ
[_Harshly._] I s'ppose you can't listen a bit when a person talks to you.
You might pay some attention when I talks to you. Things like that
interest a body.
FIELITZ
I takes an interest in my boots, an' I don't take no interest in nothin'
else.
MRS. FIELITZ
That's it! O Lordy! That'd be a nice state for us. We'd all go an' starve
together. Your cobblin'--there's a lot o' good in that!--They puts the
candle in here.
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