Good day.
Kneir.
How did the chickens get out? Do look at that rooster! Get out, you salamander! Kischt! Jo! Jo!
Bar.
Let them alone. They’ll go of themselves.
Kneir.
[Entering the room.] That’s an endless devilment, Miss. [To Barend.] Come, you, stick out your paws. Must we have another row with Ari?
Bar.
Then we’ll have a row. [Goes off indifferently, chases away the chickens, outside.]