BAUER. I can't eat nothin'. I'm full up to here.
[He touches his throat.
MRS. BAUER. If you haven't done nothin' wrong, why do you let it worry you so?
[Children are absorbed in eating.
FRITZI. [Suddenly.] Gee, didn't Blacky like liver!
[Mrs. Bauer and Karl look at him warningly.
MRS. BAUER. [Fiercely.] You eat your dinner.
BAUER. [Affectionately, laying his hand on Fritzi's arm.] Fritzi.
FRITZI. [Points toward the inner room.] I'm going to have a gun, too, when I'm a man.
[Bauer follows Fritzi's gesture and falls to musing. There is a look of brooding misery on his face. Karl nudges Fritzi warningly and watches his father furtively. Bauer sits motionless, staring straight ahead of him.