I thought I heard some one.
EMMA
It'll be Ansorge comin' home.
Enter FRITZ, a little, barefooted, ragged boy of four.
FRITZ
[Whimpering.] I'm hungry, mother.
EMMA
Wait, Fritzel, wait a bit! Gran'father'll be here very soon, an' he's bringin' bread along with him, an' coffee too.
FRITZ
But I'm awful hungry, mother.