Hee-hee! They're fast asleep, all the lot of them. And she's gone into the basket herself. Hee-hee!
Hedvig.
Are you sure she isn't cold in that basket, grandfather?
Ekdal.
Not a bit of it! Cold? With all that straw? [Goes towards the farther door on the left.] There are matches in here, I suppose.
Gina.
The matches is on the drawers.
[Ekdal goes into his room.
Hedvig.
It's nice that grandfather has got all that copying.
Gina.
Yes, poor old father; it means a bit of pocket-money for him.
Hedvig.
And he won't be able to sit the whole forenoon down at that horrid Madam Eriksen's.
Gina. No more he won't. [Short silence.
Hedvig.
Do you suppose they are still at the dinner-table?
Gina.
Goodness knows; as like as not.
Hedvig. Think of all the delicious things father is having
