Heinrich. I don't believe it! Why didn't I ever see it then?
Barbara. Oh, never mind that! Tell us some more about the house.
Heinrich. I crept up, and looked in at the window, for, of course, I thought there might be brownies, or gnomes, or kobolds there, and I saw——
Children [breathlessly]. What? Oh, what?
Heinrich. A poor woman and two little children——
Children [disappointed]. O-o-h!
Fritz. That all?
Heinrich. Just wait! They looked so poor and hungry—there wasn't a thing on the table but a dry little loaf of bread—and only a few little sticks on the fire.
Katrina. Oh, it makes me so sorry.