Jo.
The stye had blown down.
Kneirtje.
Oh, my poor boys! How scared Barend will be, and just as they’re homeward bound.
Jo.
Coffee, Mother? Aunt! Funny, isn’t it, eh? I keep saying Mother. You take another cup, Miss. The evening is still so long and so gloomy—Yes?
[Enter Simon and Marietje, who is crying.]
Simon.
Good evening. Salamanders, what a wind! Stop your damn howling——
Kneirtje.