MRS. WOLFF
Hurry, hurry, Wulkow! Get out now! An' the back way through the vegetable
garden! Julius will open for you. Go on, Julius, an' open the gate.
WULKOW
An's I said, if somethin' like such a beaver coat _was_ to turn up, why--
MRS. WOLFF
Sure. Just make haste now.
WULKOW
If the Spree don't freeze over, I'll be gettin' back in, say, three or
four days from Berlin. An' I'll be lyin' with my boat down there.
MRS. WOLFF
By the big bridge?
WULKOW
Where I always lies. Well, Julius, toddle ahead!
[_Exit._
ADELAIDE
Mama, Mino has been barkin' again.
MRS. WOLFF
[_At the oven._] Oh, let him bark!
[_A long-drawn call is heard in the distance._ "Ferry over!"]
ADELAIDE
Somebody wants to get across the river, mama!
MRS. WOLFF
Well, go'n tell papa. He's down there by the river.--["Ferry over!"] An'
take him his oars. But he ought to let Wulkow get a bit of a start first.
_ADELAIDE goes out with the oars. For a little while MRS. WOLFF is
alone. She marks energetically. Then ADELAIDE returns._
ADELAIDE
Papa's got his oars down in the boat.
MRS. WOLFF
Who wants to get across the river this time o' night?
ADELAIDE
I believe, mama, it's that stoopid Motes!
MRS.
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