Mrs. Brauer.
For you must know. Pastor, last year the sparks came very near setting fire to the straw roofs.
Gertrude.
There is a second one now, and there on the hill, another. See, George, see! How beautiful!
George.
Yes, yes, darling, I see!
Gertrude.
[Pulls him forward softly.] Why do you call me darling to-day?
George.
Well, shan't I?