Fred
It’s half past four. He said he was coming back at two o’clock.
Maxie
You get used to waiting in this game. I’ve been in it twenty-two years and nothing’s happened yet.
Fred
Paul’s coming right in. We want to play the song once before Mr.Mr. Hart hears it. I made a change.
Maxie
Whereabouts.
Fred
In the refrain. We had it “Sweet night-bird, hovering above,” now it’s “winging aloft.” You see, “aloft” means the same like “above.”
Maxie
Only higher.
Fred
I wish I’d known Mr.Mr. Hart was going to be late. I could have slept some more. I had to get up at twelve.
Maxie
That must be tough after working for the General Electric, where a man’s hours are practically his own.
Fred
No. I had to be on the job at eight, every morning. But I went to bed about ten, except Saturday nights, when I seen a picture or something. I didn’t know what life was, in Schenectady.
Maxie
I bet it’s an open book to you now.