PUNTSCHU. (Breaks open the telegram and murmurs:) “Jungfrau Funicular Stock fallen to—” Ay, ay, so goes the world! (To Bob.) Wait! (Gives him a tip.) Tell me—what's your name? PUNTSCHU. BOB. Well, it's really Freddy, but they call me Bob, because that's the fashion now. BOB. PUNTSCHU. How old are you? PUNTSCHU. BOB. Fifteen. BOB. KADIDIA. (Enters hesitatingly from lower left.) I beg your pardon, can you tell me if mama is here? KADIDIA. PUNTSCHU. No, my dear. (Aside.) Devil, she's got breeding! PUNTSCHU. KADIDIA. I'm hunting all over for her; I can't find her anywhere. KADIDIA. PUNTSCHU. Your mama will turn up again soon, as true as my name's Puntschu! (Looking at Bob.) And that pair of breeches! God of Justice! It gets uncanny! (He goes out, upper right.) PUNTSCHU. KADIDIA. Haven't you seen my mama, perhaps? KADIDIA. you BOB. No, but you only need to come with me.
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