MOTHER HOLLUNDER
[Enters, carrying a pot of water; muttering aloud.] He can play cards, all right. He can fight, too; and take money from poor servant girls. And the police turn their heads the other way—— The carpenter was here.
JULIE
Is that water for the soup?
MOTHER HOLLUNDER
The carpenter was here. There’s a man for you! Dark, handsome, lots of hair, a respectable widower with two children—and money, and a good paying business.
JULIE
[To MARIE.] It’s three gulden sixty-six, not forty-six.
MARIE