Gluck. You promised me one slice, brother, you know.
Schwartz. Oh, you were cutting it hot, I suppose, and going to catch all the gravy. It will be long before I promise you such a thing again. Leave the room, sir, and have the kindness to wait in the coal cellar till I call you.
Midnight
Schwartz. [Starting up.] What’s that?
Little Old Gentleman. Only I, Southwest Wind.
Hans. The room is full of water, and the roof is off.
Little Old Gentleman. Sorry, gentlemen. I am afraid your beds are dampish. Perhaps you had better go to your brother’s room. I’ve left the ceiling on there. You’ll find my card on the kitchen table. Remember, this is the last visit from Southwest Wind.
THE CHILD AND THE SPARROW
Child. Sparrow in the cherry tree,
Won’t you drop one down for me?