SECOND YOUNG WEAVER
Let's march to Reichenbach an' burn the rich folks' houses over their
heads!
JAEGER
That would be nothin' but butterin' their bread, Think of all the
insurance money they'd get.
[_Laughter._
BECKER
No, from here we'll go to Freiburg, to Tromtra's.
JAEGER
What would you say to givin' all them as holds Government appointments a
lesson? I've read somewhere as how all our troubles come from them
birocrats, as they calls them.
SECOND YOUNG WEAVER
Before long we'll go to Breslau, for more an' more'll be joinin' us.
OLD BAUMERT
[_To HILSE._] Won't you take a drop, Gustav?
OLD HILSE
I never touches it.
OLD BAUMERT
That was in the old world; we're in a new world to-day, Gustav.
FIRST YOUNG WEAVER
Christmas comes but once a year.
[_Laughter._
OLD HILSE
[_Impatiently._] What is it you want in my house, you limbs of Satan?
OLD BAUMERT
[_A little intimidated, coaxingly._] I was bringin' you a chicken,
Gustav. I thought it would make a drop o' soup for mother.
OLD HILSE
[_Embarrassed, almost friendly._] Well, you can tell mother yourself.
MOTHER HILSE
[_Who has been making efforts to hear, her hand at her ear, motions them
off.
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