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Does he give him a heap of money?
EMMA
[_Impatiently._] Oh, stop that chatter, boy.
[_She and BERTHA go on weaving for a time, and then both stop again._
BERTHA
August, go and ask Ansorge if he'll give us a light.
[_AUGUST goes out accompanied by FRITZ._
MOTHER BAUMERT
[_Overcome by her childish apprehension, whimpers._] Emma! Bertha! where c'n the man be stay-in'?
BERTHA
Maybe he looked in to see Hauffe.
MOTHER BAUMERT
[_Crying._] What if he's sittin' drinkin' in the public-house?
EMMA
Don't cry, mother! You know well enough father's not the man to do that.
MOTHER BAUMERT
[_Half distracted by a mult.i.tude of gloomy forebodings._] What ... what ... what's to become of us if he don't come home? if he drinks the money, an' don't bring us nothin' at all? There's not so much as a handful o'
salt in the house--not a bite o' bread, nor a bit o' wood for the fire.
BERTHA
Wait a bit, mother! It's moonlight just now. We'll take August with us and go into the wood and get some sticks.
MOTHER BAUMERT
Yes, an' be caught by the forester.
_ANSORGE, an old weaver of gigantic stature, who has to bend down to get into the room, puts his head and shoulders in at the door. Long, unkempt hair and beard._
ANSORGE
What's wanted?
BERTHA
Light, if you please.
ANSORGE
[_In a m.u.f.fled voice, as if speaking' in a sick-room._] There's good daylight yet.
MOTHER BAUMERT
Is we to sit in the dark next?
ANSORGE
I've to do the same mayself.
[_Goes out._
BERTHA
It's easy to see that he's a miser.
EMMA
Well, there's nothin' for it but to sit an' wait his pleasure.
_Enter MRS. HEINRICH, a woman of thirty, heavy with child; an expression of torturing anxiety and apprehension on her worn face._
MRS. HEINRICH
Good evenin' t'you all.
MOTHER BAUMERT
Well, Jenny, and what's your news?
MRS. HEINRICH
[_Who limps._] I've got a piece o' gla.s.s into my foot.
BERTHA
Come an' sit down, then, an' I'll see if I c'n get it out.
[_MRS. HEINRICH seats herself, BERTHA kneels down, in front of her, and examines her foot._
MOTHER BAUMERT
How are ye all at home, Jenny?
MRS. HEINRICH
