HENSCHEL
If he pays his rent nothin' won't happen to him on that account. An' not on account o' the girl by a long way. [He has arisen and bends over the cradle.] We've got a little thing like that here too, an' nobody's goin' to put us out for that!
MRS. HENSCHEL
Eh, that would be …! She's asleep all the time; she don't seem to want to wake up!
HENSCHEL
There's not much strength in her.—Mother, sure you're not goin' to die!—[Taking his cap from the nail.] Hanne, I was just foolin' you a while ago. Your apron is lyin' out there in the waggon.
HANNE
[Eagerly.] Where is it?
HENSCHEL
In the basket. Go an' look for it!