MRS. MOTES
There, look at these.
[_She shows her several wire snares._
MRS. WOLFF
[_Without losing her equanimity in the slightest._] I suppose them are
snares?
MRS. MOTES
We found them quite in the neighbourhood here! Scarcely twenty paces from
your garden.
MRS. WOLFF
Lord love you! The amount of poachin' that's done here!
MRS. MOTES
If you were to keep a sharp lookout, you might actually catch the poacher
some day.
MRS. WOLFF
Aw, such things is no concern o' mine.
MOTES
If I could just get hold of a rascal like that. First, I'd give him
something to remember me by, and then I'd mercilessly turn him over to
the police.
MRS. MOTES
Mrs. Wolff have you got a few fresh eggs?
MRS. WOLFF
Now, in the middle of winter? They're pretty scarce!
MOTES
[_To JULIUS, who has just come in._] Forester Seidel has nabbed a poacher
again. He'll be taken to the detention prison to-morrow. There's an
officer with style about him. If I hadn't had my misfortune, I could have
been a head forester to-day. I'd go after those dogs even more
energetically.
MRS. WOLFF
There's many a one has had to pay for doin' that!
MOTES
Yes, if he's afraid.
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