Oh, Herr Pappelmeister! You are an angel.
PAPPELMEISTER
Nein, nein, mein liebes Kind! I fear I haf not de correct shape for an angel.
[He laughs heartily. A knock at the door from the hall.]
VERA [Merrily]
Now I clap my hands.
[She claps.]
Come!
[The door opens.]
Behold him!