George.
Just as you say, uncle!
Brauer.
And no quarreling this time, Marie!
Marie.
Yes, papa.
Gertrude.
[_On the veranda_.] There, there, look! The first bonfire!!
[_Singing and laughter is heard in distance. A red glow is
seen_.]
Mrs. Brauer.
Have you taken care, Mr. Paul, to keep them far enough away from the
sheds?
Paul.
Yes, Mrs. Brauer!
Mrs. Brauer.
For you must know. Pastor, last year the sparks came very near setting
fire to the straw roofs.
Gertrude.
There is a second one now, and there on the hill, another. See, George,
see! How beautiful!
George.
Yes, yes, darling, I see!
Gertrude.
[_Pulls him forward softly_.] Why do you call me darling to-day?
George.
Well, shan't I?
Gertrude.
Oh, of course; but do you love me more to-day?
George.