(::CONDUCTOR::)
You're in New Rochelle. You can atke the rope off her.
This ain't the city.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
Mother!
(::MOTHER::)
I see! I see! He's afraid of losing her. Immigrants
are terrified of losing their children. So are we but
just not so conspicuously. Don't stare. It's not
polite to stare.
(::TATEH::)
He's a rude little boy. Ignore him. poeople of good
breeding do not stare at other people. they acknowledge
htem politley with a bow... like this.
Good day.
(::MOTHER::)
Good day, sir.
(::TATEH::)
She called me "sir."
Without a doubt,
We're really out
Of New York City!
(::MOTHER::)
Fine weather, isn't it?
(::TATEH::)
Isn't it?
Now that we're out of the city,
Isn't it?
(::BOTH::)
Nothing like the city...
(::LITTLE GIRL::)
He's still staring.
(::TATEH::)
Never mind.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
My father's at the North Pole,
With Admiral Peary and eskimos!
Where is your mother?
(::LITTLE GIRL::)
Dead.
(::MOTHER::)
Edgar!
(::LITTLE BOY::)
My name is Edgar. We're off
To visit out foreworks factory.
What is your name?
(::LITTLE GIRL::)
No name.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
That's impossible.
Everyone had a name,
Even the little Negro baby
Who lives in our attic!!!
(::MOTHER::)
Sshh. Do not be rude!
He talks.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
I never knew anyone
Who stayed on a rope
Like a puppy dog.
What does it feel like?
(::TATEH::)
I see that.
(::LITTLE GIRL::)
Safe.
(::MOTHER::)
He also stares.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
Safe?
(::MOTHER::)
You'd think
He'd never
Seen someone
From New York City
(::LITTLE GIRL::)
Yes.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
Everyone's safe
In New Rochelle.
(::TATEH::)
That's children,
Isn't it?
(::LITTLE GIRL::)
Safe?
(::MOTHER::)
Isn't it?
(::LITTLE BOY::)
Yes.
(::BOTH::)
Always another surprise,
Isn't it?
(::CONDUCTOR::)
Boston Post Road trolley! Boston!
(::MOTHER::)
Well.
(::TATEH::)
Well.
Have a pleasant day, ma'am.
(::MOTHER::)
Have a pleasant trip, sir...
(::MOTHER And TATEH::)
Nothing like the city...
(::CONDUCTOR::)
Mamaroneck! All aboard for Mamaroneck!
