BERTHEL leaving HENSCHEL unwillingly and walks, encouraged by friendly little shoves from him, diagonally across the room to where HANNE, assuming a disgruntled attitude, sits on the bench.
MRS. HENSCHEL
[To the child, who stands helplessly before her.] What do you want here?
BERTHEL
I rode on such a pitty horsie?
HENSCHEL and WALTHER laugh heartily.
HENSCHEL
Well now we'll keep her here. Hallo, Hanne! Are you angry about anythin'?
MRS. HENSCHEL
You are sayin' you wouldn't be back till Monday. There's not a bite for supper in the house now.