Kneirtje.
You’d better go to bed. You are all unstrung. What an outburst! And that dear child that came out in the storm to bring me soup and eggs.
Jo.
[Roughly.] Your sons are out in the storm for her and her father.
Kneirtje.
And for us.
Jo.
And for us. [A silence.] The sea is so wild.
Kneirtje.
Have you been to look?