And you, you lazybones, have you nothing to show?
Pray how many besoms have you finished?
I'll fetch my stick, you useless children,
and make your idle fingers tingle!
(In her indignation at the children she gives the milk-jug a push, so that it falls off the table with a smash.)
Gracious! there goes the jug all to pieces!
What now can I cook for supper?
(She looks at her dress, down which the milk is streaming. Hänsel covertly titters.)
How, saucy, how dare you laugh?
(Goes with a stick after Hänsel, who runs out at the open door.)