Well, Salamander, am I a child? I must—I must——[Abruptly off.]
Marietje.
Stop it if you can. It begins early in the morning.
Jo.
Is he bad again?
Marietje.
You should have seen him day before yesterday—half the village at his heels. Ach! Ach! When Mother was living he didn’t dare. She used to slap his face for him when he smelled of gin—just let me try it.
Jo.
[Bursting into a laugh.] You say that as though—ha ha ha! Mees ought to hear that.
Marietje.