You had a time getting him to sign—Eh!
Kneir.
Yes—yes. But he was willing to go with his brother—and now take it home to yourself—a boy that is not strong—not very strong—rejected for the army, and a boy who heard a lot about his father and Josef.
Jo.
I just can’t stand that! First you curse and scold at him, and now nothing is too good.
Kneir.
Even so, no matter what has been. In an hour he will be gone, and you must never part in anger. Have a sweet dram, Marietje. We have fresh wafers and ginger cakes all laid in for my birthday—set it all ready, Jo. Saart is coming soon, and the boys may take a dram, too.
Cobus.
[Through the window. Daantje with him.]