Mrs. Fiorentino
[She speaks with a faint German accent]: Good evening, Mrs. Jones.
Mrs. Jones
[Stopping beneath Mrs. Fiorentino’s window]: Good evenin’, Mrs. F. Well, I hope it’s hot enough for you.
Mrs. Fiorentino
Ain’t it joost awful? When I was through with the dishes, you could take my clothes and joost wring them out.
Mrs. Jones
Me, too. I ain’t got a dry stitch on me.
Mrs. Fiorentino
I took off my shoes and my corset and made myself nice and comfortable, and tonight before I go to bed, I take a nice bath.
Mrs. Jones
The trouble with a bath is, by the time you’re all through, you’re as hot as when you started. [As Olga Olsen, a thin, anemic Scandinavian, with untidy fair hair, comes up the cellar steps and onto the sidewalk]: Good evenin’, Mrs. Olsen. Awful hot, ain’t it?
