This is worse an' worse! Get off with you this moment, unless you want me to help you.
MOTHER HILSE
What's all the to-do about?
HORNIG
I'll tell you what, father Hilse. The best way'll be for Gottlieb to put on his coat an' take the spoon to the police-office.
OLD HILSE
Gottlieb, put on year coat.
GOTTLIEB
[Pulling it on, eagerly.] Yes, an' I'll go right in to the office an' say they're not to blame us for it, for how c'n a child like that understand about it? an' I brought the spoon back at once. Stop your crying now, Mielchen!
[The crying child is taken into the opposite room by her mother, who shuts her in and comes back.