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 muffled 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' glass 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.
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