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[_Roughly._] What d'you want?
MRS. HENSCHEL
I want you to listen when a body calls you!
HANNE
I hear all right! But if you don't talk louder I can't hear. I got only just two ears.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Are you goin' to cut up rough again?
HANNE
[_Surly._] Ah, what do I--!
MRS. HENSCHEL
Is that right, eh? Is it right o' you to talk rough like that to a sick woman?
HANNE
Who starts it, I'd like to know! You don't hardly wake up but what you begin to torment me. Nothin's done right, no matter how you do it!
MRS. HENSCHEL
That's because you don't mind me!
HANNE
You better be doin' your work yourself. I slaves away all day an' half o'
the night! But if things is that way--I'd rather go about my business!
[_She lets her skirts fall and runs out._
MRS. HENSCHEL
Girl! Girl!--Don't do that to me! What is it I said that was so bad? O Lord, O Lord! What'll happen when the men folks comes home? They wants to eat! No, girl ... girl!
[_She sinks back exhausted, moans softly, and begins to rock her baby's cradle by means of a cord which is within her reach._
_Through the gla.s.s door in the rear KARLCHEN squeezes himself in with some difficulty. He carries a dish full of soup and moves carefully and timidly toward MRS. HENSCHEL'S bed. There he sets down the dish on a wooden chair._
MRS. HENSCHEL
Eh, Karlchen, is that you! Do tell me what you're bringin' me there?
KARLCHEN
Soup! Mother sends her regards and hopes you'll soon feel better and that you'll like the soup, Mrs. Henschel.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Eh, little lad, you're the best of 'em all. Chicken soup! 'Tis not possible. Well, tell your mother I thank her most kindly. D'you hear?
Don't go an' forget that! Now I'll tell you somethin', Karlchen! You c'n do me a favour, will you? See that rag over there? Get on this bench, will you, an' pull the pot out a bit. The girl's gone off an' she put it too far in.
KARLCHEN
[_After he has found the rag mounts the bench cheerfully and looks into the oven. He asks:_] The black pot or the blue one, Mrs. Henschel?
MRS. HENSCHEL
What's in the blue pot?
KARLCHEN
Sauerkraut.
MRS. HENSCHEL
[_Agitated._] Pull it out! That'll be boilin' to nothin'!--Eh, what a girl, what a girl!
KARLCHEN
[_Has pulled the pot in question forward._] Is this right?
MRS. HENSCHEL
You c'n let it stand that way! Come here a bit now an' I'll give you a piece o' whip cord. [_She takes the cord from the window-sill and gives it to him._] An' how is your mother?
KARLCHEN
She's well. She's gone to Waldenburg to buy things for my birthday.
MRS. HENSCHEL
I'm not well, myself. I think I'm goin' to die!
KARLCHEN
Oh, no, Mrs. Henschel!
MRS. HENSCHEL
Yes, yes, you c'n believe me; I'm goin' to die. For all I care you can say so to your mother.
KARLCHEN
