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Hedvig. And then the beer.
Gina.
Yes, to be sure. [Writes.] How it do mount up! But we can't manage with no less.
Hedvig.
And then you and I didn't need anything hot for dinner, as father was out.
Gina.
No; that was so much to the good. And then I took eight crowns fifty for the photographs.
Hedvig. Really! So much as that?
Gina.
Exactly eight crowns fifty.
[Silence. Gina takes up her sewing again, Hedvig lakes paper and pencil and begins to draw, shading her eyes with her left hand.
Hedvig.
Isn't it jolly to think that father is at Mr. Werle's big dinner-party?
Gina.
You know he's not really Mr. Werle's guest. It was the son invited him. [After a pause.] We have nothing to do with that Mr. Werle.
Hedvig.
I'm longing for father to come home. He promised to ask Mrs. Sörby for something nice for me.
