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PEER

Is your psalm-book in your kerchief?
Where's the gold-mane on your shoulders?
Do you glance adown your apron?
Do you hold your mother's skirt-fold?
Speak!

INGRID

No, but-

PEER

Went you to the pastor
this last spring-tide?

INGRID

No, but Peer-

PEER

Is there shyness in your glances?
When I beg, can you deny?

INGRID

Heaven! I think his wits are going!

PEER

Does your presence sanctify?
Speak!

INGRID

No, but-

PEER

What's all the rest then?
[Going.]

INGRID [bloc