Brauer.
Very well; I am going down to look after the cow. Will you come, wife?
Mrs. Brauer.
[_Rising and putting up her handwork_.] Yes, dear.
Brauer.
[_To_ Marie.] And one thing more,--don't you put your foot outside of
the gate without an escort hereafter! Understand? Not once!
Marie.
But why not, papa dear?
Brauer.
After what has happened? But I never heard of such a thing--never, as
long as I----
Mrs. Brauer.