NILLE. No, indeed it can't, unless it is thrown.
MONTANUS. You cannot fly.
NILLE. That is true, too.
MONTANUS. Ergo: little mother is a stone. (Nille cries.} Why are you crying, little mother?
NILLE. Oh! I am so much afraid that I shall turn into a stone. My legs already begin to feel cold.
MONTANUS. Don't worry, little mother. I will immediately turn you into a human being again. A stone neither thinks nor talks.
NILLE. That is so. I don't know whether it can think or not, but it surely cannot talk.
MONTANUS. Little mother can talk.
NILLE. Yes, thank God, I talk as well as a poor peasant woman can!
MONTANUS. Good! Ergo: little mother is no stone.