‘What did she give you?’
‘She gave me a piece of bacon.’
‘What did you do with the bacon, Hans?’
‘I tied it to a rope, and dragged it home. But the dogs ate it.’
‘That was a stupid business, Hans. You should have carried it on your head.’
‘Never mind, Mother; I’ll do better next time.’
‘Where are you going, Hans?’
‘To see Grettel, Mother.’
‘Behave properly, then.’
‘All right, Mother. Good-bye.’