Rose, is that you? Where have you been all day?
ROSE
I dreamed I was at the court.
KLEINERT
No, no; she was really at the court! Take a bit o' care o' your sister, Marthel. Look after her at least till your fatter comes back. 'Tisn't well with the girl.
ROSE
Marthel, hurry! Light the fire, so's we can start to put on the potatoes.—Where's father?
MARTHEL
On August's land.