_Hans._ Why are you unhappy again, little sister?
_Gretchen._ Why should I be happy? I am tired of this palace.
There is only one thing that would make me happy. Go to the Red Fox.
Tell him I must have the great silver ball that hangs over us in the
sky.
_Hans._ Be satisfied, dear sister. We are quite happy as we
are.
_Gretchen._ No, no. I will not be satisfied. You must do as I
tell you.