MRS. HENSCHEL
Eh, little lad, you're the best of 'em all. Chicken soup! 'Tis not possible. Well, tell your mother I thank her most kindly. D'you hear? Don't go an' forget that! Now I'll tell you somethin', Karlchen! You c'n do me a favour, will you? See that rag over there? Get on this bench, will you, an' pull the pot out a bit. The girl's gone off an' she put it too far in.
KARLCHEN
[After he has found the rag mounts the bench cheerfully and looks into the oven. He asks:] The black pot or the blue one, Mrs. Henschel?
MRS. HENSCHEL
What's in the blue pot?
KARLCHEN
Sauerkraut.
MRS. HENSCHEL
[Agitated.] Pull it out! That'll be boilin' to nothin'!—Eh, what a girl, what a girl!