OLD BAUMERT
There now; look at that smoke. And we can't do nothin' for it. The whole stove's goin' to pieces. We must let it fall, and swallow the soot. We're coughin' already, one worse than the other. We may cough till we choke, or till we cough our lungs up—nobody cares.
JAEGER
But this here is Ansorge's business; he must see to the stove.
BERTHA
He'll see us out o' the house first; he has plenty against us without that.
MOTHER BAUMERT
We've only been in his way this long time past.
OLD BAUMERT
One word of a complaint an' out we go. He's had no rent from us this last half-year.