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 Hedvig. [After a pause, twitching his jacket.] Father.

Hialmar.

Well, what is it?

Hedvig. Oh, you know very well.

Hialmar.

No, really I don't

Hedvig.

[Half laughing, half whimpering.] Oh yes, father, now don't tease me any longer!

Hialmar.

Why, what do you mean?

Hedvig.

[Shaking him.] Oh what nonsense; come, where are they, father? All the good things you promised me, you know?

Hialmar.

Oh—if I haven't forgotten all about them!

Hedvig.

Now you're only teasing me, father! Oh, it's too bad of you! Where have you put them?

Hialmar.

No, I positively forgot to get anything. But wait a little! I have something else for you, Hedvig.

[Goes and searches in the pockets of the coat.