Frau Heinecke. And he got along pretty well out there, and, Lord, here he is home again and I stand around and----
Frau Hebenstreit. I'm a-going. Good-bye, and don't forget the poison in the rat's tail! (Aside) It's a pretty kettle of fish! (She goes out)
Heinecke. She's an old poison-toad herself!
Frau Heinecke. Jealousy--jealousy--jealousy!
Heinecke. Well! Where did you get the pound-cake!
Frau Heinecke. The cook brought it, with the compliments of the Miss.
Heinecke. (Turning away) What comes from the avenue don't interest me! The boy must have had enough sleep by this time. The factory whistle will blow for the second lunch[3] in a minute! (Looking lovingly at the placard) "Welcome, beloved son----"
Frau Heinecke. (Suddenly) Father, he's here!
Heinecke. Who?
Frau Heinecke. Our boy!