Y'understand? This here little box ain't big enough
neither. That one over there would be more like. Let's throw them
children's shoes out.
[_She turns a box full of children's shoes upside down._
FIELITZ
[_Frightened._] Don't you go in for no nonsense, y'understand?
MRS. FIELITZ
An' then when they've lit the candle--... then they stands it up in the
middle o' the box, so's it can't burn the top, o' course. Then you puts
it, reel still, up in some attic--Grabow didn't do that different
neither--right straight in a heap o' old trash--an' then you goes quiet
to Berlin, an' when you comes back ...
FIELITZ
Ssh! Somebody's comin'! Ssh!
MRS. FIELITZ
An' the devil hisself can't go an' prove nothin' against you.
[_A protracted silence._
FIELITZ
If it was as simple as all that! But that ain't noways as easy as you
thinks. First of all there's got to be air-holes in here. O' course this
here awl--: that'll do for a drill. That thing's got to have a draught,
if you want it to catch! If there ain't no draught, it just smothers!
Fire's gotta have a draught or it won't burn. Somebody's got to lend a
hand here as knows somethin'.
MRS. FIELITZ
Well, that'd be an easy thing for you!
FIELITZ
[_Forgetting his point of view in his growing zeal.
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