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 Nora.

If your little squirrel were to beg you for something so prettily

Helmer.

Well?

Nora.

Would you do it?

Helmer.

I must know first what it is.

Nora.

The squirrel would skip about and play all sorts of tricks if you would only be nice and kind.

Helmer.

Come, then, out with it.

Nora.

Your lark would twitter from morning till night

Helmer

Oh, that she does in any case.

Nora.

I'll be an elf and dance in the moonlight for you, Torvald.

Helmer.

Nora—you can't mean what you were hinting at this morning?

Nora.

[Coming nearer.] Yes, Torvald, I beg and implore you!