MAGDA.
[Breaks into a piercing laugh; then, with clasped hands and staring eyes.] My sweet! My little one! Mio bambino! Mio povero--bam--you--you--I am to--ha, ha, ha! [Tries to open the folding door.] Go! go!
Enter Schwartze.
SCHWARTZE.
What--
[Breaks into a piercing laugh; then, with clasped hands and staring eyes.] My sweet! My little one! Mio bambino! Mio povero--bam--you--you--I am to--ha, ha, ha! [Tries to open the folding door.] Go! go!
Enter Schwartze.
What--