[Throws her arms around her mother.] Good-morning, mama dear!
Mrs. Brauer.
[Caressing her.] My sweet! my pet! only four more good-mornings, and then----
Gertrude.
You must come to visit me soon, mama!
Mrs. Brauer.
[Crying.] Visit? ah, yes!
Brauer.
No tears now, no tears, I beg of you! Tears on an empty stomach--b-r-r-r-r-r, that's poison.