MRS. BAUER. Go on now, hang up your caps and get ready for your dinners.
FRITZI. I'm going to tell my papa.
[Goes to inner door.
MRS. BAUER. For God's sake, Fritzi, shut up. You mustn't tell no one. Papa'd be disgraced all over.
KARL. [Coming up to her.] Disgraced?
MRS. BAUER. Hush!
KARL. Why disgraced?
MRS. BAUER. Because there's liars, low-down, snoopin' liars in the world.
KARL. Who's lied, mama?
MRS. BAUER. The janitress across the street.