a here! _(Pulls out a handful of pennies.)_ Ain't much gold in it,
but it makes a good jingle.

_Belle._ How did you get it?

_Bill._ Extry! Extry! Woil'n Join'l! Sun'n Globe! Mail'n Telygram!
_(Looks about.)_ Say, I don't like the housekeepin' in this here
joint.

_Belle._ What's the matter?

_Bill._ A woman ought t'unnerstan'--when a man's been out hustlin'
all day, he wants good, warm, nourishin' food, an' he wants it
quick.

_Belle._ Well, sir, you see, sir, if I'd known exactly what hour
you'd be in, sir! How would a slice of bread strike you?

_Bill._ Hand it out!

_Belle (gives him bread and he stuffs it. She sits on table.)_ Come
here, Bill. You know, it looks nice, having you here. I had a little
brother once.

_Bill._ Youse did?

_Belle._ I used to take care of him. If you're going to be a member
of this family, I'll have to take care of you.

_Bill._ Watcher mean?