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 Lona.

I don't care, I'm really proud of it. Well, well, it's the only thing I have done in the world, but it gives me a sort of right to exist. Yes, Johan, when I think how we two began life over there with only our four bare paws

Hilmar.

Hands.

Lona.

I say paws, they were so dirty

Hilmar.

Ugh!

Lona.

and empty too.

Hilmar.

Empty! Well, I must say!

Lona.

What must you say?

Bernick.

H'm!

Hilmar.

I must say—ugh! [Goes out upon the verandah.

Lona.

Why, what's wrong with the man?

Bernick.

Oh, never mind him; he's rather nervous just now. Should you like to take a look round the garden? You haven't been down there yet, and I happen to have an hour to spare.