[_Enter_ Lena, _R._ 1. _E._
_Lena._ Vell, at last the day’s vork vos done, the mistress has gone
oud for the evening, an’ I haf the room to mineself. But I don’t
better believe dot I vill haf it long, for there vos a leetle Dutch
boy--vouldn’t he pe mad if he heard me call himself boy--who vos apt to
drop in mit purpose by accident, to see me evenings, und I haf an idea
dot he vill pe here right avay gwick pretty soon. I vonder vat he pring
me--he alvays prings me sometings nice--de last dime it vos seven yards
of sourkraut done up mit blue paper an’ a hay rope. I feel shust as
light hearted as a rooster hen, an’ I guess dot I vill sing a leetle.
[_Sings._