Kneirtje.
[Terrified.] Shut your mouth! Look for the matches! Not so slow! Quick! Beside the soap dish. [A silence.] Have you got them? [Jo lights the lamp, shivering with fear.] I’m completely chilled. [To Jo, who crouches sobbing by the chimney.] Why do you sit there?
Jo.
I’m afraid.
Kneirtje.
[Anxiously.] You must not be.
Jo.
If anything happens—then—then——
Kneirtje.
Be sensible. Undress yourself.