Just wait, Marie, dear. [Sings.]
"In a year, in a year, when the nightingale comes----"
Marie.
[Intensely.] When the nightingale comes?
Gertrude.
You will be Pastor's wife. [Laughs.]
[Marie, with one braid in her hand, bending back, laughing loudly and forced.]
Gertrude.
[In pain.] Oh, you are pulling my hair----