Well, then I advise you to be gettin' out o' here to-day--on Sunday? WALBURGA [_Laying her hand over her heart._] Why, my heart is almost standing still yet, Mrs. John. MRS. JOHN What's the matter, Miss Walburga? What's frightenin' you? You oughta know that from your pa that Sunday an' week day I gotta be workin' aroun' here with them boxes an' cases, dustin' an' tryin' to get rid o' the moths! An' then, after two or three weeks, when I've gone over the twelve or eighteen hundred theayter rags that're lyin' here--then I gotta start all over again. WALBURGA I was frightened because the chimney of the lamp was still quite hot to the touch. MRS. JOHN That's right. That there lamp was burnin' 'an' I put it out jus' a minute ago. [_She lifts up the chimney._] It don't burn me; my hands is hard. [_She lights the wick._] Well, now we has light. Now I lit it again. What's the danger here? I don' see nothin'. WALBURGA But you do look like a ghost, Mrs. John. MRS. JOHN How do you say I looks? WALBURGA Oh, it just seems so when one comes out of the vivid sunlight into the darkness, into these musty holes. It seems as though one were surrounded by ghosts. MRS. JOHN Well, you little ghost, why did you come up here? Is you alone or has you got somebody with you? Maybe papa'll be comin' in yet? WALBURGA No, papa has been granted an important audience out in Potsdam to-day. MRS. JOHN All right! What're you lookin' for here then? WALBURGA I? Oh, I just came out for a walk! MRS. JOHN Well, then I advise you to be gettin out o' here again. No sun don't shine into your papa's lumber-room. WALBURGA You look so grey! You had better go out into the sunlight yourself! MRS. JOHN Oh, the sunlight's just for fine folks! All I needs is a couple o' pounds o' dust an' dirt on my lungs.--You just go along, missie! I gotta get to work. I don' need nothin' else. I jus' lives on mildew an' insec'-powder. [_She coughs._ WALBURGA [_Nervously._] You needn't tell papa that I was up here. MRS. JOHN Me? Ain't I got somethin' better to do'n that? WALBURGA [_With assumed carelessness._] And if Mr. Spitta were to ask after me.... MRS. JOHN Who? WALBURGA The young gentleman who gives us private lessons at home.... MRS. JOHN Well, s'posin'? WALBURGA Then be so kind as to tell him that I've been here but left again at once. MRS. JOHN So I'm to tell Mr. Spitta but not papa? WALBURGA [_Involuntarily._] Oh, for heaven's sake, no! MRS. JOHN Well, you jus' wait an' see! You jus' look out! There's many a one has looked like you an' has come from your part o' the city an'--has gone to the dogs in the ditch in Dragoner street or, even, behind Swedish hangin's in Barnim street. WALBURGA Surely you don't mean to insinuate, Mrs. John, and surely you don't believe that there's anything unpermitted or improper in my relations with Mr. Spitta? MRS. JOHN [_In extreme fright._] Shut up!--Somebody's put the key into the keyhole. WALBURGA