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Padda.
HADDA PADDA. Your words are the light, your caresses are the
warmth. Give me both, Ingolf. Kiss me.
INGOLF [kisses her].
HADDA PADDA. And I should not trust you? Has not a sacred hour
welded our hearts together? And have you not placed your life in my
hands?--Do you remember last summer, when I visited your home, how
you lowered me with a rope down the Angelica Gorge? I have not often
lived so exquisite an hour. Then I became quite foolhardy. When I
came up again, I asked you to go down and let me hold the rope for
you.
INGOLF. I hardly believed you were as strong as you are.
HADDA PADDA. If you had not had courage to go down by my hands,
I am not quite sure that I could be so fond of you. I shall never forget
that moment. I saw you come up again with an angelica crown on your
head. I saw you rise up like a green-crowned sea-god from the deep.--
INGOLF. I can't bear the thought that I shall leave you in a few days.
HADDA PADDA [smiles].
INGOLF. You smile?
HADDA PADDA. I am thinking of something. Shall I tell you?
LITTLE SKULI [comes rushing in from the right]. Hadda Padda! Have
you seen--? Ah, Ingolf, are you here? [Runs straight up to Ingolf,
catching hold of both his hands]. Why did you leave home so soon,
Ingolf?
INGOLF. Because I wanted to go to Copenhagen.
HADDA PADDA. Skuli dear, will you be a good boy and make me a

ship?
LITTLE SKULI. Oh no, not now.
HADDA PADDA. Oh yes, your last ship was so well cut out, with
great big masts. [Pats him.] You're a dear.
INGOLF. Then you'll be allowed to come along with us to the country
next summer.
HADDA PADDA. And sit in front, on the Sheriff's horse, many, many
times.
LITTLE SKULI. Then will the Sheriff give me a sheep again?
INGOLF. Yes, my little friend, father will give you a sheep, and I will
give you one too; I'll give you one with pretty rounded horns.
LITTLE SKULI. Does it butt?
INGOLF. O, of course not, it eats bread from your hand.
LITTLE SKULI. Then I'll saw its horns off, and give them to Sigga-
-she has lots of horns she plays sheep with. [Laughter.]
INGOLF. Well, are you going to make that ship?
LITTLE SKULI. Are you the one who gets all Hadda Padda's ships?
INGOLF. Well, I daresay I get most of them.--What makes you think
so?
LITTLE SKULI. Because, whenever she is with you, she always wants
me to make ships. [Ingolf and Hadda look at each other and laugh.]
INGOLF. Yes, she knows I am very fond of your ships.
LITTLE SKULI. Then I'll make ships for you often. [Runs out, Ingolf
and Hadda still laughing.]
INGOLF. What was it you were going to tell me before?
HADDA PADDA. Something that ...
INGOLF. That ..?
HADDA PADDA. That ...
INGOLF. Are you teasing me?
RANNVEIG [enters from the back, knitting, sits down]. What a lovely
day it is.
HADDA PADDA. Veiga, dear, you promised to darn my lilac
stockings for me. I haven't any to wear to-morrow.
RANNVEIG [considering]. How about the yellow ones?
HADDA PADDA. Oh, Runa must have taken them; I couldn't find
them.
RANNVEIG [gets up]. Well, I can't let you go barefooted. [Goes out.]

INGOLF. You are shrewd, Hadda Padda!--Now, tell it to me.
HADDA PADDA. First, kiss me!
INGOLF [kisses her].
HADDA PADDA. Do you think you will miss me very much when
you are gone?
INGOLF. How can you ask?
RANNVEIG [enters from the back, with the stockings in her hand]. I
knew as much. I was right.--[Sees them embracing.]--I might have
saved myself the trouble of looking for the stockings. [Turns round,
and goes out.]
HADDA PADDA. Ingolf!
INGOLF. Yes--
HADDA PADDA. Now listen:--
THE JUDGE [enters from the back].
INGOLF [looks impatiently at his watch, and walks toward the door on
the right.]
THE JUDGE. Are you going out, Ingolf?
INGOLF. I'm just going up to my room. I have a letter to answer.
[Goes out.]
THE JUDGE. Well, my dear, to-morrow is the great day. HADDA
PADDA. How good you are, father, to make me feel your gladness as
you do.
THE JUDGE [takes her to his side, and sits down with her]. You happy
child! I can't believe that you are grown up. It is as if I were beginning
to realise it now, for the first time. But still, I shall have you one year
more.
HADDA PADDA. Father!
THE JUDGE. Yes, dear.
HADDA PADDA. Father. ...!
THE JUDGE. What is the matter, dear?
HADDA PADDA. There is something I want to ask you.
THE JUDGE. And that