[Jo shrugs her shoulders and laughs.]
Kneir.
[Entering.] Laughing as usual.
Marietje.
[Kissing her.] May you live to be a hundred——
Kneir.
God forbid!—a hundred years. I haven’t the money for that! [Opening a bag.] You may try one—you, too—gingerbread nuts—no, not two, you, with the grab-all fingers! For each of the boys a half pound gingerbread nuts—and a half pound chewing tobacco—and a package of cigars. Do you know what I’m going to give Barend since he has become so brave—look——
Jo.
Now—you should give those to Geert——
Kneir.