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 But how about mother, perched up on the mill-*house

[His eyes are drawn downwards again; he leaps and laughs.

Hei, how the Halling flies over the green! Ay, Guttorm, he can make his fiddle speak out! It gurgles and booms like a foss o'er a scaur. And then all that glittering bevy of girls!— Yes, galloping death, I must join in the frolic!

[Leaps over the fence and goes down the road.

SCENE THIRD.

''The farm-place at Hegstad. In the background, the dwelling-house. A lively dance in progress on the green. sits on a table. is standing in the doorway. are going to and fro between the different buildings. Groups of sit here and there, talking.''

[Joins a group that is seated on some logs of wood.]

The bride? Oh yes, she is crying a bit; But that, you know, isn't worth heeding.

[In another group.]

Now then, good folk, you must empty the barrel.

Thanks to you, friend; but you fill up too quick.