A little boy?——A little boy!——Oh, that's lovely!——That's the cause of that tedious influenza!

Frau Bergmann.

A fine little boy!

Wendla.

I must see him, Mother. That makes me an aunt for the third time——aunt to a little girl and two little boys!

Frau Bergmann.

And what little boys!——It always happens that way when one lives so near the church roof!——To-morrow will be just two years since she went up the steps in her mull gown.

Wendla.

Were you there when he brought him?

Frau Bergmann.