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 Hee-hee! They're fast asleep, all the lot of them. And she's gone into the basket herself. Hee-hee!

Hedvig.

Are you sure she isn't cold in that basket, grandfather?

Ekdal.

Not a bit of it! Cold? With all that straw? [Goes towards the farther door on the left.] There are matches in here, I suppose.

Gina.

The matches is on the drawers.

[Ekdal goes into his room.

Hedvig.

It's nice that grandfather has got all that copying.

Gina.

Yes, poor old father; it means a bit of pocket-money for him.

Hedvig.

And he won't be able to sit the whole forenoon down at that horrid Madam Eriksen's.

Gina. No more he won't.      [Short silence.

Hedvig.

Do you suppose they are still at the dinner-table?

Gina.

Goodness knows; as like as not.

Hedvig. Think of all the delicious things father is having