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 shipwrecked old man.—Yes, these improvements—we had better get them out of hand to-morrow.

Gina. You'll hardly have time to-morrow, Ekdal.

Hedvig. [Interposing.] Oh yes he will, mother!

Gina.

for remember them prints that has to be retouched; they've sent for them time after time.

Hialmar.

There now! those prints again! I shall get them finished all right! Have any new orders come in?

Gina.

No, worse luck; to-morrow I have nothing but those two sittings, you know.

Hialmar.

Nothing else? Oh no, if people won't set about things with a will

Gina.

But what more can I do? Don't I advertise in the papers as much as we can afford?

Hialmar.

Yes, the papers, the papers; you see how much good they do. And I suppose no one has been to look at the room either?

Gina. No, not yet.