No, no.
SPERLING.
Well, then, take the flowers in the other hand.
(Enter Herr Staar and the Burgomaster.)
HERR STAAR (hastily).
They are just driving in through the gate. The street is full of boys. They are running along by the carriage, and yelling at the top of their voice.
BURGOMASTER (hastily).
He comes, he comes! The watchman is standing ready with his trumpet.
SPERLING.
Goodness gracious! The children are so awkward——