I don't know nothin' about that! I knows this much though: he's got the child out there. He went up to your father an' he said: The child's a pretty child.--Then he took her in his arms an' petted her. Shall I take you with me, he axes her, an' she was willin' right off. MRS. HENSCHEL Well, an' my father? WALTHER Well, your father didn't know who Henschel was! MRS. HENSCHEL Better an' better! An' is that all? WALTHER [_Almost addressing GEORGE now._] No, there was nothin' more. He just took the little one out an' said to your father: I'll let the lass ride horseback. An' she kept cryin' out: Lemme ride! Lemme ride! Then Henschel mounted his great Flemish horse an' I had to hand the child up to him. After that he said: Good-bye, an' rode off. MRS. HENSCHEL An' father just stood there an' looked on? WALTHER What was he goin' to do about it? The whole village might ha' turned out for all the good it would ha' done. When once Henschel lays his hands on somethin'--I wouldn't advise nobody to cross him! An' there's no one in the county that likes to pick a quarrel with him neither! Your father, he didn't know what was goin' on. Then suddenly, o' course, he roared like fury an' cried out an' cursed more'n enough. But the people just laughed. They knew Henschel. An' he--Henschel--he just said reel quiet: Good luck to you, father Schael; I'm takin' her along. The mother is waitin' for her at home. Stop drinkin'! he said, an' maybe there'll be a place with us for you some day, too. GEORGE Good-bye, I think I'll maybe drop in to-morrow. [_Exit._ MRS. HENSCHEL An' so he thinks I'm goin' to keep her here. I'll never do that--never in the world. She's no child o' mine! How would I be lookin' before people? First in Quolsdorf, then here! Didn't I work an' worry enough? Day an' night, you might say, I was busy with Gustel. An' now the weary trouble is to begin all over again. That'd be fine, wouldn't it? He'd better take care! _HENSCHEL appears in the middle door. He is also clad in leathern breeches, fur jacket, tall boots, etc., just as he has dismounted. He leads by the hand a little girl of six--ragged and unwashed._ HENSCHEL [_Almost merrily referring to HANNE'S last words, which he has overheard._] Who's to take care? MRS. HENSCHEL --Oh, I don't know! HENSCHEL Look, Hanne, look who comes here! [_To the child._] Go ahead, Berthel, an' say good evenin'. Go on an' say it! Say: Good evenin', mama! _BERTHEL leaving HENSCHEL unwillingly and walks, encouraged by friendly little shoves from him, diagonally across the room to where HANNE, assuming a disgruntled attitude, sits on the bench._ MRS. HENSCHEL [_To the child, who stands helplessly before her._] What do you want here? BERTHEL I rode on such a pitty horsie? _HENSCHEL and WALTHER laugh heartily._ HENSCHEL Well now we'll keep her here. Hallo, Hanne! Are you angry about anythin'? MRS. HENSCHEL