Act I]
STREET SCENE
7
Mrs. Olsen
[Coming over to the front of the stoop]: Yust awful. Mrs. Forentiner, my hoosban’ say vill you put de garbage on de doom-vaider?
Mrs. Fiorentino
Oh, sure, sure! I didn’t hear him vistle. [As Mrs. Jones starts to cross to the stoop]: Don’t go ’vay, Mrs. Jones. [She disappears from the window.]
Mrs. Olsen
[Pushing back some wisps of hair]: I tank is more cooler in de cellar.
Mrs. Jones
[Sitting on the stoop and fanning herself with her parcel]: Phew! I’m just about ready to pass out.
Mrs. Olsen
My baby is crying, crying all day.
Mrs. Jones
Yeah, I often say they mind the heat more’n we do. It’s the same with dogs. My Queenie has jes’ been layin’ aroun’ all day.
Mrs. Olsen
The baby get new teet’, It hurt her.
