It's the waiting that's so
awful.
_Mother:_
But it's more than the waiting with Hedwig. Aye, you will help Franz
more by staying home to take care of his wife, Amelia, especially now.
_Amelia:_ [_Puzzled._]
_Now?_
_Mother:_ [_Goes to her work-basket._]
Hedwig has told you nothing?
_Amelia:_
No.
_Mother:_
Ah, she is a strange girl! She asked me to keep it a secret,--I don't
know why,--but now I think you should know. See! [_Very proudly she
holds up the tiny baby garments she is knitting._]
_Amelia:_ [_Pleased and astonished._]
So Franz and Hedwig--
_Mother:_ [_Nods._]
For their child. In six months now. My first grandchild, Amelia. Franz's
boy, perhaps. I shall hear a little one's voice in this house again.
_Amelia:_ [_Uncertainly, as she looks at the little things._]
Still--I want to go.
_Mother_: [_Firmly._]
We must take care of Hedwig, Amelia. She is to be a mother. That is our
first duty. It is our only hope of an heir if you won't marry soon--and
if--if the boys don't come back.
_Amelia:_
Arno is left.
_Mother:_
Ah, but they'll be calling him next. It is his birthday to-day, too,
poor lad.
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