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 Nora.

[Turning round quickly.] Money!

Helmer.

There! [Gives her some notes.] Of course I know all sorts of things are wanted at Christmas.

Nora.

[Counting.] Ten, twenty, thirty, forty. Oh, thank you, thank you, Torvald! This will go a long way.

Helmer.

I should hope so.

Nora.

Yes, indeed; a long way! But come here, and let me show you all I've been buying. And so cheap! Look, here's a new suit for Ivar, and a little sword. Here are a horse and a trumpet for Bob. And here are a doll and a cradle for Emmy. They're only common; but they're good enough for her to pull to pieces. And dress-stuffs and kerchiefs for the servants. I ought to have got something better for old Anna.

Helmer.

And what's in that other parcel?

Nora.

[Crying out.] No, Torvald, you're not to see that until this evening!

Helmer.

Oh! Ah! But now tell me, you little spendthrift, have you thought of anything for yourself?