FRAU QUIXANO [Panting and laughing in response]
He! He! He! Dovidel lacht widder. He! He! He!
[She touches his arm affectionately, but feeling his wet coat, utters a cry of horror.]
Du bist nass!
DAVID
Es ist gor nicht, Granny—my clothes are thick.
[She fusses over him, wiping him down with her gloved hand.]
MENDEL
But what brought you up here, Kathleen?
KATHLEEN