ROSE
[Gazing into the distance; in extreme fear.] Isn't that August that's comin' there?
STRECKMANN
[Looks in the same direction toward the village. Contemptuously:] Where? Oh, yes, that's him! There they both are! They're just walkin' around the parson's garden. Well, what about it? You think I ought to be gettin' away? I'm not afeard o' them psalm-singin' donkeys.
ROSE
[In quivering fear.] Streckmann, I've saved up twelve crowns …
STRECKMANN
Rosie, you know you've saved more than that.
ROSE
All right, I'll give you all my bit o' savin's! I don't care for the money … I'll bring it to you, to the last farthing. Streckmann, only have pity …