‘I gave her nothing. But she gave me something.’
‘What did she give you?’
‘She gave me a knife.’
‘Where is the knife, Hans?’
‘I stuck it in my sleeve.’
‘That’s a stupid place, Hans. You should have put it in your pocket.’
‘Never mind, Mother; I’ll do better next time.’
‘Where are you going, Hans?’
‘To see Grettel, Mother.’
‘Behave well, then.’