How are ye all at home, Jenny? MRS. HEINRICH [_Breaks out despairingly._] Things is in a terrible way with us! [_She struggles in vain, against a rush of tears; then weeps silently._ MOTHER BAUMERT The best thing as could happen to the likes o' us, Jenny, would be if God had pity on us an' took us away out o' this weary world. MRS. HEINRICH [_No longer able to control herself, screams, still crying._] My children's starvin'. [_Sobs and moans._] I don't know what to do no more! I c'n work till I drops--I'm more dead'n alive--things don't get different! There's nine hungry mouths to fill! We got a bit o' bread last night, but it wasn't enough even for the two smallest ones. Who was I to give it to, eh? They all cried; Me, me, mother! give it to me!... An' if it's like this while I'm still on my feet, what'll it be when I've to take to bed? Our few taters was washed away. We haven't a thing to put in our mouths. BERTHA [_Has removed the bit of glass and washed the wound._] We'll put a rag round it. Emma, see if you can find one. MOTHER BAUMERT We're no better off'n you, Jenny. MRS. HEINRICH You has your girls, any way. You've a husband as c'n work. Mine was taken with one o' his fits last week again--so bad that I didn't know what to do with him, and was half out o' my mind with fright. And when he's had a turn like that, he can't stir out o' bed under a week. MOTHER BAUMERT Mine's no better. He's goin' to pieces, too. He's breathin's bad now as well as his back. An' there's not a farthin' nor a farthin's worth in the house. If he don't bring a few pence with him today, I don't know what we're to do. EMMA It's the truth she's tellin' you, Jenny. We had to let father take the little dog with him to-day, to have him killed, that we might get a bite into our stomachs again! MRS. HEINRICH Haven't you got as much as a handful o' flour to spare? MOTHER BAUMERT An' that we haven't, Jenny. There's not as much as a grain o' salt in the house. MRS. HEINRICH Well, then, I don't know ... [_Rises, stands still, brooding._] I don't know what'll be the end o' this! It's more'n I c'n bear. [_Screams in rage and despair._] I'd be contented if it was nothin' but pigs' food!--But I can't go home again empty-handed--that I can't. God forgive me, I see no other way out of it. [_She limps quickly out._ MOTHER BAUMERT [_Calls after her in a warning voice._] Jenny, Jenny! don't you be doin' anything foolish, now! BERTHA She'll do herself no harm, mother. You needn't be afraid. EMMA That's the way she always goes on. [_Seats herself at the loom and weaves for a few seconds._ _AUGUST enters, carrying a tallow candle, and lighting his father, OLD BAUMERT, who follows close behind him, staggering under a heavy bundle of yarn._ MOTHER BAUMERT Oh, father, where have you been all this long time? Where have you been? OLD BAUMERT