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Mrs. Stockmann.
Why, Thomas
Dr. Stockmann.
Never, I say! I shall teach you myself—that's to say, I won't teach you any mortal thing
Morten.
Hurrah!
Dr. Stockmann.
but I shall help you to grow into free, high-minded men.—Look here, you'll have to help me, Petra.
Petra.
Yes, father, you may be sure I will.
Dr. Stockmann.
And we'll have our school in the room where they reviled me as an enemy of the people. But we must have more pupils. I must have at least a dozen boys to begin with.
Mrs. Stockmann.
You'll never get them in this town.
Dr. Stockmann.
We shall see. [To the boys.] Don't you know any street urchins—any regular ragamuffins?
Morten.
Yes, father, I know lots!
Dr. Stockmann.
That's all right; bring me a few of them. I
