HENSCHEL
[Holding out his leg to HANNE.] Come, pull off my boots for me! That was a wind that blew down here on the road from Freiburg. People tell me it unroofed the church in the lower village more'n half, [To HANNE.] Just keep on tuggin'! Can't you get it?
MRS. HENSCHEL
[To HANNE.] I don't know! You don't seem to learn nothin'!
[HANNE succeeds in pulling off one boot. She puts it aside and starts on the other.
HENSCHEL
Keep still, mother! You don't do it any better!
HANNE
[Pulls off the second boot and puts it aside. Then in a surly voice to HENSCHEL.] Did you bring me my apron from Kramsta?