OLD BAUMERT
If we could any way have a bit o' meat on Sundays and holidays, instead o' never seein' the sight of it from year's end to year's end! Now we'll have to wait till another poor little dog finds its way into the house like this one did four weeks gone by—an' that's not likely to happen soon again.
ANSORGE
Have you killed the little dog?
OLD BAUMERT
We had to do that or starve.
ANSORGE
Well, well! That's so!
MOTHER BAUMERT
A nice, kind little beast he was, too!