Ah, Pastor, you are a diplomat. Well, what are you two doing over there? You are not saying a word.
Gertrude.
George is too lazy. He is drawing little men, and I am writing.
Brauer.
In his place I think I would prefer to draw little women. Eh, Pastor?
George.
Just as you say, uncle!
Brauer.
[Aside.] What the devil is the matter with him to-day? Come, children, be jolly, this is St. John's Eve! Ah, here is the punch! Now, then, Gertrude, lend a hand!
[Marie has entered with the bowl and glasses.]