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Guldstad.
But if her mother chooses
To spend a winter on her, she'll come out of it
Queen of them all, I'll wager.
Falk.
Not a doubt of it.
Guldstad [laughing].
Young women are odd creatures, to be sure!
Falk [gaily].
Like winter rye-seed, canopied secure By frost and snow, invisibly they sprout.
Guldstad.
Then in the festive ball-room bedded out—
Falk.
With equivoque and scandal for manure—
Guldstad.
And when the April sun shines—
Falk.
There the blade is; The seed shot up in mannikin green ladies!
[Lind comes up and seizes Falk's hand.
