VERGER. So you're going to look after him, are you?
MOTHER. Where are you going, father?
VERGER. To the store to get the crown, which should be back from the city by this time.
BRITA. [Sneeringly] Oh—the crown!
VERGER. [Rising] The goldsmith has had it, you know—to clean it with cream of tartar. That's what you do with silver: you boil it in cream of tartar.
BRITA. [As before] Ha-ha!
MOTHER. [To the Verger] Wait a moment, and I'll go along to the store.
VERGER. Is it safe to leave the children alone?
BRITA. What do you fear might happen?
MOTHER. Why, they are grown-up people!