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I don't know how.

You're a nincompoop!

[''Turns away to the others. The drifts across the yard.''

[Comes from behind the house.]

Wait a bit, girls! Things'll soon be lively! Here comes Peer Gynt.

[Who has just come up.]

Who invited him?

No one.

[Goes towards the house.

[To the girls.]

If he should speak to you, never take notice!

[To the others.]

No, we'll pretend that we don't even see him.

[''Comes in heated and full of animation, stops right in front of the group, and claps his hands.'']

Which is the liveliest girl of the lot of you?

[As he approaches her.]

I am not.