[_Over her sauce-pan._] What business o' theirs is it
what we eat? Let 'em spy into their own affairs. Go to bed, child!
ADELAIDE
Good night, mama.
[_She kisses her._
MRS. WOLFF
Well, ain't you goin' to kiss papa good-night?
ADELAIDE
Good night, papa.
[_She kisses him, at which he growls. ADELAIDE, exit._
MRS. WOLFF
You always gotta say that to her special!
[_A pause._
JULIUS
Why do'you go an' give the eggs to them people?
MRS. WOLFF
I suppose you want me to make an enemy o' that feller? You just go ahead
an' get him down on you! I tell you, that's a dangerous feller. He ain't
got nothin' to do except spy on people. Come. Sit down. Eat. Here's a
fork for you. You don't understand much about such things. You take care
o' the things that belongs to you! Did you have to go an' lay the snares
right behind the garden? They was yours, wasn't they?
JULIUS [_Annoyed._] Go right ahead!
MRS. WOLFF
An', o' course, that fool of a Motes had to find 'em first thing. Here
near the house you ain't goin' to lay no more snares at all!
Y'understan'? Next thing'll be that people say we laid 'em.
JULIUS
Aw, you stop your jawin'.
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