Have it your own way!
[Exit Augusta in a rage.]
Ida.
Ah, Gussie! stay with us!—Just wait—I’ll soon bring her round.
[Goes out after her.
Mrs Scholz (with resignation).
All my children are like that!—ah—what a girl! There’s no holding her! First she wants one thing, then another:—all of a sudden—she takes it into her head—she must study. She’ll stick upstairs and not say a word for weeks; and the next thing is—she’s no use—nobody wants her.—Oh, good Heavens, yes—you’re to be envied—a sweet little thing like your daughter——
Mrs Buchner.
Oh, but Gussie too!—
Mrs Scholz.