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 Madam Helseth.

Oh, Miss, you mustn't sit there and make fun of me. [Listens.] Hush, hush—here's the Pastor coming down. He doesn't like to see dusting going on. [She goes out to the right.

Johannes Rosmer, with his hat and stick in his hand, enters from the hall.

Rosmer. Good morning, Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Good morning, dear. [A moment after—crocheting.] Are you going out?

Rosmer.

Yes.

Rebecca.

It's a beautiful day.

Rosmer.

You didn't look in on me this morning.

Rebecca.

No, I didn't. Not to-day.

Rosmer.

Do you not intend to in future?

Rebecca.

Oh, I don't know yet, dear.

Rosmer.

Has anything come for me?