They ain't been milked yet to-night
neither. An' give the rabbits a handful o' hay.
_LEONTINE tries to make her escape. In the door, however, she runs
into her father, but slips quickly by him with a perfunctory_
Evenin'.
_JULIUS WOLFF, the father, is a shipwright. A tall man, with dull
eyes and slothful gestures, about forty-three years old.--He places
two long oars, which he has brought in across his shoulder in a
corner and silently throws down his shipwright's tools._
MRS. WOLFF
Did you meet Emil?
JULIUS _growls._
MRS. WOLFF
Can't you talk? Yes or no? Is he goin' to come around, eh?
JULIUS
[_Irritated._] Go right ahead! Scream all you want to!
MRS. WOLFF
You're a fine, brave fellow, ain't you? An' all the while you forget to
shut the door.
JULIUS
[_Closes the door._] What's up again with Leontine?
MRS. WOLFF
Aw, nothin'.--What kind of a load did Emil have?
JULIUS
Bricks again. What d'you suppose he took in?--But what's up with that
girl again?
MRS. WOLFF
Did he have half a load or a whole load?
JULIUS
[_Flying into a rage._] What's up with the wench, I asks you?
MRS. WOLFF
[_Outdoing him in violence.
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