Truus.
May we come in awhile?
Jo.
Hey! Thank God you’ve come.
Saart.
Nasty outside! My ears and neck full of sand, and it’s cold. Just throw a couple of blocks on the fire.
Truus.
I couldn’t stand it at home either, children asleep, no one to talk to, and the howling of the wind. Two mooring posts were washed away.
Kneir.
[Darning a sock.] Two mooring posts!