OLD HILSE
I say, Hornig, when do you take your sleep? You're on your rounds all
day, an' on watch all night.
HORNIG
Sleep's gone from me nowadays.
LUISE
Glad to see you, Hornig!
OLD HILSE
An' what's the news?
HORNIG
It's queer news this mornin'. The weavers at Peterswaldau has taken the
law into their own hands, an' chased Dreissiger an' his whole family out
of the place.
LUISE
[_Perceptibly agitated._] Hornig's at his lies again.
HORNIG
No, missus, not this time, not to-day.--I've some beautiful pinafores in
my cart,--No, it's God's truth I'm tellin' you. They've sent him to the
right-about. He came down to Reichenbach last night, but, Lord love you!
they daren't take him in there, for fear of the weavers--off he had to go
again, all the way to Schweidnitz.
OLD HILSE
[_Has been carefully lifting threads of the web and approaching them to
the holes, through which, from the other side, GOTTLIEB pushes a wire
hook, with which he catches them and draws them through._] It's about
time you were stoppin' now, Hornig!
HORNIG
It's as sure as I'm a livin' man. Every child in the place'll soon tell
you the same story.
OLD HILSE
Either your wits are a-wool-gatherin' or mine are.
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