_Will._ Well, I know about my work better than you, I guess!--

_Peggy._ Now, Will--be quiet. Listen, Mr. Schmidt--we've had hard
luck the last few days, but we're honest people, and we won't cheat
you out of your money.

_Schmidt._ You don't come by my place for some days, now, hey?

_Peggy._ We haven't had money to buy anything, Mr. Schmidt.

_Schmidt._--Vot you do for food den--hey?

_Peggy._ We had a little bread--and those beans you gave us--and the
prunes. We've been living on them.

_Schmidt._ But dem beans und prunes--dey should be all gone now.

_Peggy._ We've been sparing. There's enough for to-morrow morning
yet.

_Schmidt._ Hey? Mein Gott! Und vot you feed dot liddle boy, hey?

_Peggy._ We're hoping for a check to-day--or perhaps to-morrow. My
husband wrote a poem, and a magazine has just published it--

_Schmidt_. Poem, hey? Vot dey pay for poems?

_Peggy_. I don't know. Maybe twenty or thirty dollars. And then we
can pay your bill, and you'll let us have some more beans.