MIELCHEN
[A pretty girl of seven, with long, loose flaxen hair, carrying a basket on her arm, comes running in, holding out a silver spoon to her mother.] Mammy, mammy! look what I've got! An' you're to buy me a new frock with it.
LUISE
What d'you come tearing in like that for, girl? [With increased excitement and curiosity.] An' what's that you've got hold of now? You've been runnin' yourself out o' breath, an' there—if the bobbins aren't in her basket yet? What's all this about?
OLD HILSE
Mielchen, where did that spoon come from?
LUISE
She found it, maybe.
HORNIG
It's worth its seven or eight shillin's at least.