Kneir.
Why didn’t you say so then?
Jo.
What am I doing now? Oh, Miss—she would die if she couldn’t grumble; she even keeps it up in her sleep. Last night she swore out loud in her dreams. Hahaha! Never mind! scold all you like; you’re a good old mother just the same. [To Barend, who enters the room.] Ach, you poor thing! Is the rooster setting on the roof? And does he refuse to come down?
Bar.
You quit that now!
Jo.
I’ll wager if you pet the hens he will come down of himself from jealousy. Hahaha! He looks pale with fear.
Clem.