JAEGER
I've got so accustomed to it that I can't help it.
MOTHER BAUMERT
Well, now, to think that such a good-for-nothin' as you was should have come to be a rich man. For there wasn't nothin' to be made of you. You would never sit still to wind more than a hank of yarn at a time, that you wouldn't. Off you went to your tomtit boxes an' your robin redbreast snares—they was all you cared about. Isn't it the truth I'm telling?
JAEGER
Yes, yes, auntie, it's true enough. It wasn't only redbreasts. I went after swallows too.
EMMA
Though we were always tellin' you that swallows was poison.
JAEGER
What did I care?—But how have you all been gettin' on, auntie Baumert?