MRS. FIELITZ
What's the meanin' o' that?
RAUCHHAUPT
That don't mean, nothin' much. You might think she was a
countess--standin' there at Mrs. Boxer's:--Adelaide, I mean, what's now
Mrs. Schmarowski. There she stood in the shop an' chaffered about a
yellow petticoat. She's a great lady nowadays an' one as wears red silk
stockin's.
LEONTINE
People like us don't hardly have enough to buy cotton, ones.
[_Exit._
MRS. FIELITZ
I wonder what people will say about Adelaide in the end?
RAUCHHAUPT
That ain't just talkin'. Them's facts. T'other day the beer waggon
unloaded some beer at Mrs. Kehrwieder's--Mrs. Kehrwieder that's a
washerwoman hereabouts. Well, my lady comes rustlin' up--that's what she
does--an' turns up her nose--she ain't no beastly snob, oh, no!--an' then
she asks Mrs. Kehrwieder: is it reely true that the poor drinks beer?
MRS. FIELITZ
You needn't come to me with your rot an' your gossip.
RAUCHHAUPT
Anyhow, what I was goin' to tell you is this: I'm on a new scent!
MRS. FIELITZ
What kind of a scent is that you're on?
RAUCHHAUPT
Mum's the word! I gotta be careful. I can't say nothin'; I don't pretend
to know nothin'.
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