MRS. JOHN
Was I asleep?
SPITTA
Fast asleep. But you cried out aloud in your sleep just now.
MRS. JOHN
Did you see, Mr. Spitta, how them boys out in the yard threw stones at my little Adelbert's wee grave? But I got after 'em, eh? An' they wasn't no bad slaps neither what I dealt out.
MRS. HASSENREUTER
It seems that you've been dreaming of your first little boy who died,
Mrs. John.
MRS. JOHN
No, no; all that's fac'! I ain't been dreamin'. An' then I took little
Adelbert an' I went with him to the registrar's office.