No, no, I am Wendla Bergmann.——How did you come here?
Melchior.
I followed my thoughts.
Wendla.
I'm hunting waldmeister.[1] Mamma wants to make Maybowl. At first she intended coming along herself, but at the last moment Aunt Bauer dropped in, and she doesn't like to climb.——So I came by myself.
Melchior.
Have you found your waldmeister?
Wendla.
A whole basketful. Down there under the beach it grows as thick as meadow clover. Just now I am looking for a way out. I seem to have lost the path. Can you tell me what time it is?
Melchior.