Little Boy. And we thought that it might be yours.
Mrs. Ulrica. Why should you think it was mine?
Little Boy. Because nobody else could have so much money in one purse; so we brought it to you—here it is.
Mrs. Ulrica. ‘Tis none of my purse. (Aside) Oh! he’ll certainly find out that they are his children—(she stands between the children and Christiern). ‘Tis none of my purse; but you are good, honest little dears, and I’ll be hanged if I won’t carry you both up to my master himself, this very minute, and tell the story of your honesty before all the company.
{She pushes the children towards the door. Ulric looks back.}
Little Boy. He has a soldier’s coat on—let me ask him if he is a soldier.
Mrs. Ulrica. No—what’s that to you?
Little Girl. Let me ask him if he knows any thing about father.
Mrs. Ulrica (puts her hand before the little girl’s mouth). Hold your little foolish tongue, I say—what’s that to you?
{Exeunt, Mrs. Ulrica pushing forward the children.}