Heinecke. (Standing on the stool) Talking about me? Yes, that wasn't no joke, neither! (Whistles)
Frau Heinecke. Don't whistle! The folks in front can hear that from the balcony, and they'll send round to find out what's the matter with our family affairs!--And the boss was so tickled over his new title, that he was feelin' free with his pocket-book and he promised to take care of us and give our oldest an education.
Frau Hebenstreit. And did he stick to it?
Heinecke. (Working) Ah, there!
Frau Heinecke. Couldn't 've done better! They gave us a place here on the alley, where, thank God, we still are, and they sent Robert off to the school where he got his learning. And when he came back home on his vacations, he was always invited over on the avenue to drink chocolate with whip-cream,--on purpose to play with the little Miss. Young Herr Kurt was still sucking a rubber nipple then.
Frau Hebenstreit. That was all before Alma--?
Frau Heinecke. (More quietly) What do you mean by that?
Frau Hebenstreit. Aw, nothing, I----
Frau Heinecke. And then afterwards they sent him to Hamburg to learn about the foreign business, you know--and when he was seventeen off he goes to India, where they say it's so outlandish hot! The Councillor's nephew is out there. He's got a big coffee and tea plantation!
Heinecke. It grows out there just like daisies do around here! (Gets down from the stool) Fine, eh?