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I don't know how. HIS FATHER
- You're a nincompoop!
[Turns away to the others. The BRIDEGROOM drifts across the yard.] A LAD [comes from behind the house].
- Wait a bit, girls! Things 'll soon be lively!
- Here comes Peer Gynt.
THE SMITH [who has just come up].
- Who invited him?
THE MASTER-COOK
- No one.
- [Goes towards the house.]
THE SMITH [to the girls].
- If he should speak to you, never take notice!
A GIRL [to the others].
- No, we'll pretend that we don't even see him.
PEER GYNT [comes in heated and full of animation, stops right in
- front of the group, and claps his hands].
- Which is the liveliest girl of the lot of you?
A GIRL [as he approaches her].
- I am not.
ANOTHER [similarly].
