"Bratkartoffel," said Frau Dremmel again.
"Did you—did you speak?" said Ingeborg, staring at her.
"Bratkartoffel," said Frau Dremmel a third time.
Ingeborg jumped up and ran across the passage to the laboratory door.
"Robert—Robert," she cried, twisting the handle, "come—come quickly—your mother—she's talking, she's saying things—" There was the same excitement and wonder in her voice as there is in that of a parent whose baby has suddenly and for the first time said Papa.
Herr Dremmel came out at once. From the sound of her he felt something must have happened.
She seized him and pulled him into the living-room. "Now—listen," she said, holding him there facing the sofa.
Herr Dremmel looked perplexed. "What is it, Little One?" he asked.
"Listen—she'll say it again soon," said Ingeborg eagerly.
"What is it, mother?" he asked in German.