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 I don't know how. HIS FATHER
 * You're a nincompoop!

[Turns away to the others. The BRIDEGROOM drifts across the yard.] A LAD [comes from behind the house].
 * Wait a bit, girls! Things 'll soon be lively!
 * Here comes Peer Gynt.

THE SMITH [who has just come up].
 * Who invited him?

THE MASTER-COOK
 * No one.
 * [Goes towards the house.]

THE SMITH [to the girls].
 * If he should speak to you, never take notice!

A GIRL [to the others].
 * No, we'll pretend that we don't even see him.

PEER GYNT [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?

A GIRL [as he approaches her].
 * I am not.

ANOTHER [similarly].