LUISE
What d'you come tearing in like that for, girl? [_With increased
excitement and curiosity._] An' what's that you've got hold of now?
You've been runnin' yourself out o' breath, an' there--if the bobbins
aren't in her basket yet? What's all this about?
OLD HILSE
Mielchen, where did that spoon come from?
LUISE
She found it, maybe.
HORNIG
It's worth its seven or eight shillin's at least.
OLD HILSE
[_In distressed excitement._] Off with you, lass--out of the house this
moment--unless you want a lickin'! Take that spoon back where you got it
from. Out you go! Do you want to make thieves of us all, eh? I'll soon
drive that out o' you.
[_He looks round for something to beat her with._
MIELCHEN
[_Clinging to her mother's skirts, crying._] No, grandfather, no! don't
lick me! We--we _did_ find it. All the other bob--bobbin ... girls has
... has some too.
LUISE
[_Half frightened, half excited._] I was right, you see. She found it.
Where did you find it, Mielchen?
MIELCHEN
[_Sobbing._] At--at Peterswal--dau. We--we found them in front of--in
front of Drei--Dreissiger's house.
OLD HILSE
This is worse an' worse! Get off with you this moment, unless you want me
to help you.
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