Oh, God; how you have punished me in my children—my children are driving me to beggary. I’ve taken an advance—Bos has refused to give me any more cleaning to do—and—and——[Firmly.] Well, then, let them come for you—you’d better be taken than run away. Oh, oh, that this should happen in my family——
Bar.
[Running to the cooking shed.]
Kneir.
[Barring the way.] You’ll not get out——
Bar.
Let me pass, Mother. I don’t know what I’m doing—I might hurt——
Kneir.
Now he is brave, against his sixty year old mother——Raise your hand if you dare!
Bar.