That's right. Now, if you leave off complaining,
I'll tell you a most delightful secret!
Hänsel.
O delightful! it must be something nice!
Gretel.
Well, listen, brotherkin—won't you be glad!
Look here in the jug, here is fresh milk,
'twas given to-day by our neighbour,
and mother, when she comes back home,
will certainly make us a rice-blancmange.