[Laughingly caressing her mama.] There, you see, mama, dear, not even a single meal can you eat without her.
[George von Harten enters.]
Brauer.
Well, at last you have aroused yourself; you----
George.
[Interrupts him, tapping his hand.] There, softly, softly, dear uncle; don't begin scolding so early in the morning.
Brauer.
Don't you think it's pretty near time to call me father, my boy?
George.
Not until after the wedding, dear uncle.--Good-morning, auntie. [Kissing her hand.] Well, little one? [Kissing her.]