[_Quickly._] No, never mind, Edward, that'll break. RAUCHHAUPT Then you c'n just lean it against the wall. MRS. FIELITZ So you got through with it at last. [_Calls out through the door._] Leontine! You come down a minute! RAUCHHAUPT Trouble is I had so much to do. I'm buildin' a new hot house, you know. MRS. FIELITZ Another one, eh? Ain't that a man for you! You're a reg'lar mole, Rauchhaupt. The way that man keeps diggin' around in the ground. RAUCHHAUPT A man feels best when he's doin' that. That's what we're all made of--earth: an that's what we're all goin' to turn to again. Why shouldn't we be diggin' around in the earth? [_He helps himself from the snuff-box which FIELITZ holds out to him._] That's got a earthy smell, too, Fielitz. That smells like good, fresh earth. _LEONTINE enters. A pair of scissors hangs by her side; she has a thimble on her finger._ LEONTINE Here I am, mama. What's up? MRS. FIELITZ He just brought in papa his hephitaph. _LEONTINE and MRS. FIELITZ regard the cross thoughtfully._ MRS. FIELITZ Light the candle for me, girl. [_She hands her the tallow-candle with which she has been experimenting._] We wants to study the writin' a bit. RAUCHHAUPT I fooled around with that thing a whole lot. But I got it to please me in the end. You c'n go an' look through the whole cemetery three times over and you'll come away knowin' this is the finest inscription you c'n get. I went an' convinced myself of that. [_He sits down on the low platform and fills his nose anew with snuff._ _MRS. FIELITZ holds the lighted lamp and puzzles out the inscription._ MRS. FIELITZ Here rests in ... LEONTINE [_Reading on._] In God. RAUCHHAUPT That's what I said: in God. I was goin' to write first: in the Lord. But that's gettin' to be so common. MRS. FIELITZ [_Reads on with trembling voice._] Here rests in God the unforgotten carpenter ... [_Weeping aloud._] Oh, no, I tell you, it's too awful! That man--he was the best man in the world, he was. A man like that, you c'n take my word for it, you ain't likely to find no more these days. LEONTINE [_Reading on._] ... the unforgotten carpenter Mr. Julian Wolff ... [_She snivels._ FIELITZ --Don't you be takin' on now, y'understand? No corpse ain't goin' to come to life for all your howlin'. [_He hands the whiskey bottle to RAUCHHAUPT._] Here, Edward, that'll do you good. Them goin's on don't. [_He gets up and brushes off his blue apron with the air of a man who has completed his day's work._ RAUCHHAUPT [_Pointing with the bottle._] Them lines there I made up myself. I'll say 'em over for you; listen now: "The hearts of all to sin confess" ... 'Tain't everybody c'n do that neither!-- "The hearts of all to sin confess, The beggar's and the king's no less. But this man's heart from year to year Was spotless and like water clear."