KARLCHEN
[Has pulled the pot in question forward.] Is this right?
MRS. HENSCHEL
You c'n let it stand that way! Come here a bit now an' I'll give you a piece o' whip cord. [She takes the cord from the window-sill and gives it to him.] An' how is your mother?
KARLCHEN
She's well. She's gone to Waldenburg to buy things for my birthday.
MRS. HENSCHEL
I'm not well, myself. I think I'm goin' to die!
KARLCHEN
Oh, no, Mrs. Henschel!