Marie. Kiss me no more--let me kiss you--I will take all upon myself--I will take all the consequences--_my mother is a thief, and so am I! George_-- [_Throws herself into his arms with complete abandon_.] [_Lights out. Curtain_.] END OF THE THIRD ACT. ACT FOUR _Same setting. Morning. Centre table is decorated with flowers_. Brauer, George _and_ Gertrude _are on veranda at rise of curtain. In open door, C._, Mrs. Brauer. _All listening to quartet, singing, "This is the day of our Lord" by Kreutzer. As curtain rises_, Katie _enters, L., listens also, and dries her eyes. At the end of the serenade_, Brauer _starts to make an address, and with_ George _and_ Gertrude _leaves the veranda_. Katie. Mrs. Brauer, I would like to speak to you a moment. Mrs. Brauer. [_Wiping her eyes_.] What is it, Katie? Katie. [_Sniveling_.] Oh, I'm so happy---- [_Church bells are heard softly in the distance_.] Mrs. Brauer. There go the church bells. Have you put plenty of wine and luncheon in the arbor? Katie. Yes, ma'am! Miss Marie and I have prepared a lot! Mrs. Brauer. What did you want to see me about? Katie. I wanted to ask you about the roast; shall we put it in the oven now, and just warm it up for dinner? Miss Marie thinks---- Mrs. Brauer. Never mind! I'll be down in the kitchen in a moment! Katie. And another thing, Mrs. Brauer; won't you please try and get Miss Marie to take a little rest? She has been hard at work since two o'clock this morning, and all day yesterday she was in the city. She can't stand it. Mrs. Brauer. Oh, on a day like this, we must all put our shoulders to the wheel. Katie. Ah, Mrs. Brauer, you and I are old, and not much good for anything but work; but we must spare our young people. Why, at times she almost gives out. Mrs. Brauer. Well, I will come and see for myself. Katie. Thank you!!! Oh, such a day!!! I am so happy---- [_Exit both L_.] Brauer. [_Enters with_ George _and_ Gertrude.] Thank goodness, that's over. Let me see: first it was the old soldiers, then the Turners, and now the Singing Society---- But do you know, I am so sick of all this wine--give me a brandy. Gertrude. [_Gets drink from sideboard_.] Yes, papa! Brauer. [_To_ George.] And what's the matter with you? George.