They’re sitting there.
Falk [after staring a moment in amazement, suddenly understands and bursts out laughing].
Hurrah for Offerings—the ones that caper
And strut—on Holy-days—in bulging paper!
Strawman.
All the year round the curb and bit we bear,
But Whitsuntide and Christmas make things square.
Falk [gaily].
Why then, provided only there’s enough of it,
Even family-founders will obey their Calls.