[Sound of feet clattering up the area steps. Fritzi rushes in, flourishing a revolver.
FRITZI. I shoot them, mama.
MRS. BAUER. [Grabbing the revolver.] Mein Gott! Fritzi! Papa's pistol! [She examines it carefully.] You ever touch that again and I'll ...
[She menaces him.
FRITZI. [Sulkily.] I'll save up my money and buy me one.
MRS. BAUER. [Smiling a little to herself.] I see you buyin' one.
[Carries revolver into inner room.
FRITZI. [In a loud, voice and as though shooting at Karl.] Bang! Bang! Bang!
[Karl strikes at Fritzi; Fritzi dodges.
KARL. [To his mother as she re-enters.] Trouble with Fritzi is he don't mind me any more.