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Olaf.
Oh, mother, the manager is bowing to us.
Bernick.
What?
Mrs. Bernick.
What do you say, child?
Mrs. Rummel.
Yes, and I declare the woman is nodding too!
Bernick.
Come, this is really too much!
Martha.
[With an involuntary cry.] Ah!
Mrs. Bernick.
What is it, Martha?
Martha.
Oh, nothing—only I thought
Olaf.
[Shrieks with delight.] Look, look, there come the others, with the horses and wild beasts! And there are the Americans too! All the sailors from the Indian Girl
["Yankee Doodle" is heard, accompanied by a clarinet and drum.
Hilmar.
[Stopping his ears.] Ugh, ugh, ugh!
Rörlund.
I think we should withdraw for a moment, ladies. This is no scene for us. Let us resume our work.
