Gypsy.
All right, all right! You are fine lady. [_Looks about_.] Is the old
man home, eh?
Marie.
No, he is out.
Gypsy.
That is good, that is good! He is an old devil--is the old man! All
Prussians are devils. But he have fine house, he have! Like a prince!!!
[_Rubs her hand over table cover_.] Ah, nice shawl that would
make---- [_Sees linen_.] And what fine linen--[_Motions to_ Marie.] Come
here!
Marie.
[_Approaching her_.] What do you want?
Gypsy.
[_Pointing with thumb_.] Give me an drink--just an little drink!
[_Indicates with finger and thumb_.]
[_While_ Marie _turns to sideboard, she quickly
takes two or three pieces of linen and with
left hand holds them hidden under her apron_.]
Gypsy.
[_After taking drink from Marie_.] Thanks, mine daughter, thanks!
[_After drinking, rubs her stomach_.] Ah, that's good, that's
good!--Give me another! [Marie _fills another glass for her--she drinks
it_.] Thank you, thank you!! But now I must be going!
[_In her anxiety to get out she drops one piece, while
going to the door_.]
Marie.
[_Horrified_.] Mo--mo--what were you trying to do?
Gypsy.
[_Pretending surprise_.] My, my--just see! I found this out on the
field. [_Picks it up and puts it under her arm_.]
Marie.
Put that down, it is not yours.
Gypsy.
[_Doing so_.] All right, all right--my--my--my----
Marie.
Put down all you have!
Gypsy.