HENSCHEL
True, true! 'Tis almost that!
WALTHER
You're hardly ever seen without the girl. Can't you leave her with her mother?
HENSCHEL
She's always scourin' an' workin'. The little thing is just in her way! [He sits down on a bench along the wall near the bar, not far from his brother-in-law. He keeps the little girl on his lap. HILDEBRANT sits down opposite him.] How is it, Hildebrant, what shall we have? I think we've earned a bumper o' beer? Two of 'em, then, an two glasses o' brandy.
HILDEBRANT
That son of a—actually broke my skin!
HENSCHEL
Nothin' but a foal neither an' has the strength o'—… Good mornin',
Hauffe.