_] Well, I never!--
[_Sighing._] Oh dear, oh dear!
OLD BAUMERT
[_Looking into HEIBER'S face._] Yes, Franz, that's so! There's matter
enough for sighing.
HEIBER
[_Speaking with difficulty._] I've a girl lyin' sick at home too, an' she
needs a bottle of medicine.
OLD BAUMERT
What's wrong with her?
HEIBER
Well, you see, she's always been a sickly bit of a thing. I don't know
... I needn't mind tellin' you--she brought her trouble with her. It's in
her blood, and it breaks out here, there, and everywhere.
OLD BAUMERT
It's always the way. Let folks be poor, and one trouble comes to them on
the top of another. There's no help for it and there's no end to it.
HEIBER
What are you carryin' in that cloth, fatter. Baumert?
OLD BAUMERT
We haven't so much as a bite in the house, and so I've had the little dog
killed. There's not much on him, for the poor beast was half starved. A
nice little dog he was! I couldn't kill him myself. I hadn't the heart to
do it.
PFEIFER
[_Has inspected BECKER'S web and calls._] Becker, one and threepence.
BECKER
That's what you might give to a beggar; it's not pay.
PFEIFER
Every one who has been attended to must clear out.
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