MAX. 
And I am going to have his hide!

BERTHA. 
I wonder if this is the wolf that ate
Little Red Ridinghood!

URSULA. 
                       Oh, no! 
That wolf was killed a long while ago. 
Come, children, it is growing late.

MAX. 
Ah, how I wish I were a man,
As stout as Hans is, and as strong! 
I would do nothing else, the whole day long,
But just kill wolves.

GOTTLIEB. 
                     Then go to bed,
And grow as fast as a little boy can. 
Bertha is half asleep already. 
See how she nods her heavy head,
And her sleepy feet are so unsteady
She will hardly be able to creep upstairs.

URSULA. 
Goodnight, my children.  Here’s the light. 
And do not forget to say your prayers
Before you sleep.

GOTTLIEB. 
                  Good night!

MAX and BERTHA. 
                         Good night!

They go out with ELSIE.

URSULA, spinning. 
She is a strange and wayward child,
That Elsie of ours.  She looks so old,
And thoughts and fancies weird and wild
Seem of late to have taken hold
Of her heart, that was once so docile and mild!

GOTTLIEB. 
She is like all girls.

URSULA. 
                      Ah no, forsooth! 
Unlike all I have ever seen. 
For she has visions and strange dreams,
And in all her words and ways, she seems
Much older than she is in truth. 
Who would think her but fifteen? 
And there has been of late such a change! 
My heart is heavy with fear and doubt
That she may not live till the year is out. 
She is so strange,—­so strange,—­so strange!

GOTTLIEB. 
I am not troubled with any such fear;
She will live and thrive for many a year.

ELSIE’S CHAMBER

Night.  ELSIE praying.

ELSIE. 
My Redeemer and my Lord,
I beseech thee, I entreat thee,
Guide me in each act and word,
That hereafter I may meet thee,
Watching, waiting, hoping, yearning,
With my lamp well trimmed and burning!

Interceding
With these bleeding
Wounds upon thy hands and side,
For all who have lived and erred
Thou hast suffered, thou hast died,
Scourged, and mocked, and crucified,
And in the grave hast thou been buried!

If my feeble prayer can reach thee,
O my Saviour, I beseech thee,
Even as thou hast died for me,
More sincerely
Let me follow where thou leadest,
Let me, bleeding as thou bleedest,
Die, if dying I may give
Life to one who asks to live,
And more nearly,
Dying thus, resemble thee!

THE CHAMBER OF GOTTLIEB AND URSULA

Midnight.  ELSIE standing by their bedside, weeping.

GOTTLIEB. 
The wind is roaring; the rushing rain
Is loud upon roof and window-pane,
As if the Wild Huntsman of Rodenstein,
Boding evil to me and mine,
Were abroad to-night with his ghostly train! 
In the brief lulls of the tempest wild,
The dogs howl in the yard; and hark! 
Some one is sobbing in the dark,
Here in the chamber!