_Dolly._ She's been ill a long time.

_Jack._ She can't go on forever! And what then? Can you take her
job?

_Dolly._ See here, young fellow--you might just as well save your
breath. You're not going to come any game over me. We're not making
any show, but we've kept decent, and we'll go on trying.

_Jack._ Where did you learn such ideas? What sort of men have you
met?

_Dolly._ That's not the question--it's what sort of men my sister's
going to meet!

_Belle._ Dolly, I'm sure you're mistaken about Jack----

_Dolly (to Schmidt, who enters Left)._ Mr. Schmidt, my sister will
be here to work to-morrow morning.

_Schmidt._ Vot?

_Belle._ But, Dolly----

_Dolly (stamping her foot)._ Tell him!

_Belle (feebly)._ All right, I'll come.

_Dolly._ Now then--come home. _(Lifts her by the arm and starts to
street.)_