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 Olaf.

Oh, mother, the manager is bowing to us.

Bernick.

What?

Mrs. Bernick.

What do you say, child?

Mrs. Rummel.

Yes, and I declare the woman is nodding too!

Bernick.

Come, this is really too much!

Martha.

[With an involuntary cry.] Ah!

Mrs. Bernick.

What is it, Martha?

Martha.

Oh, nothing—only I thought

Olaf.

[Shrieks with delight.] Look, look, there come the others, with the horses and wild beasts! And there are the Americans too! All the sailors from the Indian Girl

["Yankee Doodle" is heard, accompanied by a clarinet and drum.

Hilmar.

[Stopping his ears.] Ugh, ugh, ugh!

Rörlund.

I think we should withdraw for a moment, ladies. This is no scene for us. Let us resume our work.