MRS. HENSCHEL
That won't do her no harm to be sweatin' a bit. The drops are runnin' down my neck too. Oh, what a life—[She opens a window.]—a body'd rather be dead.
HENSCHEL
What are you talkin' about? I don't understand.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Lie down on your side an' leave me alone.
HENSCHEL
Are you comin' too?
MRS. HENSCHEL
It's most day now.