OLD HILSE
[In distressed excitement.] Off with you, lass—out of the house this moment—unless you want a lickin'! Take that spoon back where you got it from. Out you go! Do you want to make thieves of us all, eh? I'll soon drive that out o' you.
[He looks round for something to beat her with.
MIELCHEN
[Clinging to her mother's skirts, crying.] No, grandfather, no! don't lick me! We—we did find it. All the other bob—bobbin … girls has … has some too.
LUISE
[Half frightened, half excited.] I was right, you see. She found it. Where did you find it, Mielchen?
MIELCHEN
[Sobbing.] At—at Peterswal—dau. We—we found them in front of—in front of Drei—Dreissiger's house.