MOTHER HOLLUNDER
[Poses first MARIE, then WOLF.] Now, if you please.
YOUNG HOLLUNDER
[Who has crept under the black cloth, calls in muffled tones.] That’s good—that’s very good!
MARIE
[Stonily rigid, but very happy, trying to speak without altering her expression.] Julie, dear, do we look all right?
JULIE
Yes, dear.
YOUNG HOLLUNDER