[Pointing with thumb.] Give me an drink--just an little drink! [Indicates with finger and thumb.]
[While Marie turns to sideboard, she quickly takes two or three pieces of linen and with left hand holds them hidden under her apron.]
Gypsy.
[After taking drink from Marie.] Thanks, mine daughter, thanks! [After drinking, rubs her stomach.] Ah, that's good, that's good!--Give me another! [Marie fills another glass for her--she drinks it.] Thank you, thank you!! But now I must be going!
[In her anxiety to get out she drops one piece, while going to the door.]
Marie.
[Horrified.] Mo--mo--what were you trying to do?
Gypsy.
[Pretending surprise.] My, my--just see! I found this out on the field. [Picks it up and puts it under her arm.]