But why not, Mother?——Why not?——It can't be anything ugly if everybody is delighted over it!
Frau Bergmann.
O——O God protect me!——I deserve——Go get dressed, child, go get dressed!
Wendla.
I'll go——And suppose your child went and asked the chimney-sweep?
Frau Bergmann.
But that would be madness!——Come here, child, come here, I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything——O Almighty Goodness!——only not to-day, Wendla!——To-morrow, the next day, next week——any time you want, dear heart——
Wendla.
Tell me to-day, Mother; tell me now! Right away!——Now that I have seen you so frightened I can never be peaceful until you do.
Frau Bergmann.