[Pause.]
MOTHER HILSE
Gottlieb, you listen, to what father says to you.
[Some one sings outside the window:
Our little man does all that he can,
Heigh-ho, heigh!
At home he cleans the pots an' the pan,
Heigh-diddle-di-dum-di!
[Passes on.
GOTTLIEB
[Jumps up, shakes his clenched fist at the window.] Beast! Don't drive me crazy!
[A volley of musketry is heard.