Mrs. Holt: Yes--look--she has slung it on the handle of her parasol. The manager's wife, I expect.
Mrs. Rummel: And there is the manager himself, no doubt. He looks a regular pirate. Don't look at him, Hilda!
Mrs. Holt: Nor you, Netta!
Olaf: Mother, the manager is bowing to us.
Bernick: What?
Mrs. Bernick: What are you saying, child?
Mrs. Rummel: Yes, and--good Heavens--the woman is bowing to us too.
Bernick: That is a little too cool--
Martha (exclaims involuntarily): Ah--!
Mrs. Bernick: What is it, Martha?