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 really saved them for me, Aunt Julia! Hedda! isn't this touching—eh?

Hedda.

[Beside the whatnot on the right.] Well, what is it?

Tesman.

My old morning-shoes! My slippers.

Hedda.

Indeed. I remember you often spoke of them while we were abroad.

Tesman.

Yes, I missed them terribly. [Goes up to her.] Now you shall see them, Hedda!

Hedda.

[Going towards the stove.] Thanks, I really don't care about it.

Tesman.

[Following her.] Only think—ill as she was, Aunt Rina embroidered these for me. Oh you can't think how many associations cling to them.

Hedda.

[At the table.] Scarcely for me.

Miss Tesman.

Of course not for Hedda, George.

Tesman.

Well, but now that she belongs to the family, I thought