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 couldn't help reminding one or two of the people we talked to that we belong to the family.

Hilmar.

Ugh!

Lona.

Do you say "Ugh!" to that?

Hilmar.

No, I said "H'm"

Lona.

Oh, was that all, poor fellow? But you are quite alone here to-day!

Mrs. Bernick.

Yes, to-day we are quite alone.

Lona.

By-the-bye, we met one or two of the Moral Regenerators up in the market-place; they seemed to be very busy. But we have never had a proper talk yet; yesterday we had the three pioneers of progress here, and the Pastor too

Hilmar.

The Doctor.

Lona.

I call him the Pastor. But now—what do you think of my work for these fifteen years? Hasn't he grown a fine boy? Who would recognise him now for the scapegrace that ran away from home?

Hilmar.

H'm

Johan.

Oh, Lona, don't boast too much.