Kaps.
My purse, my handkerchief, my cork screw. [Crossly.] Good night. [Off.]
Clementine.
I don’t know why Father keeps that bookkeeper, deaf, and cross. Does it taste good?
Kneirtje.
Yes, Miss. You must thank your mother.
Clementine.
Indeed I’ll not. Pa and Ma are obstinate. They haven’t forgotten the row with your sons yet. Mouth shut, or I’ll get a scolding. May Jo go to the beach with me to look at the sea? The waves have never been so high!
Jo.
Yes, I’ll go, Miss.