MAGDA.
Stupid beast! He wanted to know when I was going away, the idiot! How can I tell? [Patting her.] Eh, mamma mia? Oh, children, I slept like the dead. My ear on the pillow, and off! And the douche was so nice and cold. I feel so strong. Allons, cousine! Hop! [Seizes Franziska by the waist and jumps her into the air.]
FRANZISKA.
[Furiously.] What do you--