I can’t rightly say it was a dream. There was a rap on the window, once. I lay still. Again a rap, then I got up. Nothing to be seen. Nothing. Soon as I lay down there came another rap, so. [Raps on the table with her knuckles.] And then I saw Mees, his face was pale, pale as—God! Oh, God! and there was nothing. Nothing but the wind.
Kneirtje.
[In deadly fear.] Rapped three times? Three times?
Marietje.
Each time—like that, so——[Raps.]
Jo.
You stupid, you, to scare the old woman into a fit with your raps. [A rap. All startled. Enter Saart and Truus.]
Saart.
How scared you all look! Good evening, Miss.