MRS. FIELITZ
That's it! O Lordy! That'd be a nice state for us. We'd all go an' starve together. Your cobblin'—there's a lot o' good in that!—They puts the candle in here. Y'understand? This here little box ain't big enough neither. That one over there would be more like. Let's throw them children's shoes out.
[She turns a box full of children's shoes upside down.
FIELITZ
[Frightened.] Don't you go in for no nonsense, y'understand?
MRS. FIELITZ
An' then when they've lit the candle—… then they stands it up in the middle o' the box, so's it can't burn the top, o' course. Then you puts it, reel still, up in some attic—Grabow didn't do that different neither—right straight in a heap o' old trash—an' then you goes quiet to Berlin, an' when you comes back …
FIELITZ
Ssh! Somebody's comin'! Ssh!