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PEER
- I afraid!
THE LAD
- You remember what happened at Lunde?
- [They go off, laughing, to the dancing-green.]
SOLVEIG [in the doorway of the house].
- Are you not the lad that was wanting to dance?
PEER
- Of course it was me; don't you know me again?
- [Takes her hand.]
- Come, then!
SOLVEIG
- We mustn't go far, mother said.
PEER
- Mother said! Mother said! Were you born yesterday?
SOLVEIG
- Now you're laughing-!
PEER
- Why sure, you are almost a child.
- Are you grown up?
SOLVEIG
- I read with the pastor last spring.
PEER
- Tell me your name, lass, and then we'll talk easier.
