Nothing Like The City

Mister, please, where is this?
You're in New Rochelle
You can atke the rope off her
This ain't the city
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.

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
Good day, sir.

She called me "sir"
Without a doubt
We're really out
Of New York City!
Fine weather, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Now that we're out of the city
Isn't it?

Nothing like the city...
He's still staring
Never mind.

My father's at the North Pole
With Admiral Peary and eskimos!
Where is your mother?
Dead
Edgar!

My name is Edgar. We're off
To visit out foreworks factory
What is your name?
No name.

That's impossible
Everyone had a name
Even the little Negro baby
Who lives in our attic!

Sshh. Do not be rude!
He talks.

I never knew anyone
Who stayed on a rope
Like a puppy dog
What does it feel like?

I see that
Safe
He also stares
Safe?

You'd think
He'd never
Seen someone
From New York City.

Yes
Everyone's safe
In New Rochelle.

That's children
Isn't it?

Safe?
Isn't it?
Yes.

Always another surprise
Isn't it?
Boston Post Road trolley! Boston!
Well
Well
Have a pleasant day, ma'am
Have a pleasant trip, sir...
Nothing like the city...
Mamaroneck! All aboard for Mamaroneck!
We know those peopl
That's ridiculous. They're poor foreigners
Then we're going to know them
Who put such thoughts in your head?