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 Dr. Stockmann.

Well, you'll have to pinch and save to eke them out—and then we shall get on all right. That's what troubles me least. No, what does trouble me is that I don't see any man free enough and high-minded enough to dare to take up my work after me.

Petra.

Oh, don't think about that, father; you have time enough before you.—Why, see, there are the boys already.

Eilif and Morten enter from the sitting-room.

Mrs. Stockmann. Have you a holiday to-day?

Morten. No; but we had a fight with the other fellows in play-time—-

Eilif.

That's not true; it was the other fellows that fought us.

Morten.

Yes, and then Mr. Rörlund said we had better stop at home for a few days.

Dr. Stockmann.

[Snapping his fingers and springing down from the table.] Now I have it! Now I have it, on my soul! You shall never set foot in school again!

The Boys.

Never go to school!