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Anna [warmly].
O no—Love's bond when it is fresh and young
Is of a stuff more precious and more strong.
Lind [thoughtfully].
Possibly the ideal flower may blow,
Even as that snowdrop,—hidden by the snow.
Falk [with a sudden outburst].
You fallen Adam! There a heart was cleft
With longing for the Eden it has left!
Lind.
What stuff!
Mrs. Halm [offended, to Falk, rising].
'Tis not a very friendly act
To stir a quarrel where we've made a peace.
As for your friend's good fortune, be at ease—
Some Ladies.
Nay that's assured—
Others.
A very certain fact.
Mrs. Halm.
The cooking-class at school, I must confess,
She did not take; but she shall learn it still.
