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 Mrs. Stockmann.

Why, Thomas

Dr. Stockmann.

Never, I say! I shall teach you myself—that's to say, I won't teach you any mortal thing

Morten.

Hurrah!

Dr. Stockmann.

but I shall help you to grow into free, high-minded men.—Look here, you'll have to help me, Petra.

Petra.

Yes, father, you may be sure I will.

Dr. Stockmann.

And we'll have our school in the room where they reviled me as an enemy of the people. But we must have more pupils. I must have at least a dozen boys to begin with.

Mrs. Stockmann.

You'll never get them in this town.

Dr. Stockmann.

We shall see. [To the boys.] Don't you know any street urchins—any regular ragamuffins?

Morten.

Yes, father, I know lots!

Dr. Stockmann.

That's all right; bring me a few of them. I