Mother, haven’t you got a couple of shillings for me?
Mother.
I’ve only got money for house-keeping.
Karl.
Well, give me some of that. I won’t grumble if the pancakes are a bit thin for the next fortnight. You’ve done it many a time before. I know that. When you were saving up for Clara’s white dress, there was nothing tasty on the table for months. I closed my eyes to it, but I knew very well that a new hat or some show-piece was on the way. Let me have the benefit of it for a change.
Mother.
You are impudent.
Karl.
Well, I’ve no time now, or else——(going).
Mother.