WALBURGA
[Nervously.] Come, Erich, let's get out into the open anyhow.
MRS. JOHN
[Speaking louder and louder in her incoherent terror.] An' I tell you another thing: I was talking to the woman what was struck by lightenin' jus' a short time before. An' she says—now listen to me, Mr. Spitta—if you takes a dead child what's lyin' in its carridge an' pushes it out into the sun … but it's gotta be summer an' midday … it'll draw breath, it'll cry, it'll come back to life!—You don't believe that, eh? But I seen that with my own eyes!
[She circles about the room in a strange fashion, apparently becoming quite oblivious of the presence of the two young people.
WALBURGA
Look, here, Mrs. John is positively uncanny! Let's go!
MRS. JOHN
[Speaking still louder.] You don' believe that, that it'll come to life again, eh? I tell you, its mother c'n come an' take it. But it's gotta be nursed right off.