Now don't forget, sweet angel! I'm interested myself to know if he came in through the window or by the chimney.
Wendla.
Or hadn't I better ask the chimney-sweep?——The chimney-sweep must know best whether he flew down the chimney or not.
Frau Bergmann.
Not the chimney-sweep, child; not the chimney-sweep. What does the chimney-sweep know about the stork! He'd tell you a lot of foolishness he didn't believe himself——Wha——what are you staring at down there in the street?
Wendla.
A man, Mother,——three times as big as an ox!——with feet like steamboats——!
Frau Bergmann.
(Rushing to the window.)
Impossible! Impossible!