SCHIGOLCH. Ya, ya. And I was dreaming of a Christmas pudding. (Lulu appears, back, barefoot, in a torn black dress, but with her hair falling to her shoulders.) Where have you been? Curling your hair first? SCHIGOLCH. ALVA. She only does that to revive old memories. ALVA. LULU. If one could only get warmed, just a little, from one of you! LULU. ALVA. Will you enter barefoot on your pilgrimage? ALVA. SCHIGOLCH. The first step always costs all kinds of moaning and groaning. Twenty years ago it was no whit better, and what she has learned since then! The coals [Pg 59] only have to be blown. When she's been at it a week, not ten locomotives will hold her in our miserable attic. SCHIGOLCH. [Pg 59] ALVA. The bowl is running over. ALVA. LULU. What shall I do with the water? LULU. ALVA. Pour it out the window. (Lulu gets up on the chair and empties the bowl thru the sky-light.) ALVA. LULU. It looks as if the rain would let up at last. LULU. SCHIGOLCH. Your wasting the time when the clerks go home after supper.
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