Come an' sit down, then, an' I'll see if I c'n get it out.
[MRS. HEINRICH seats herself, BERTHA kneels down, in front of her, and examines her foot.
MOTHER BAUMERT
How are ye all at home, Jenny?
MRS. HEINRICH
[Breaks out despairingly.] Things is in a terrible way with us!
[She struggles in vain, against a rush of tears; then weeps silently.
MOTHER BAUMERT
The best thing as could happen to the likes o' us, Jenny, would be if God had pity on us an' took us away out o' this weary world.