They hang the cradle between the two birches that are swayed gently by the wind.
KERSTI. [Humming] "Birches nod in the blowing breeze, but baby slumbers in perfect peace.".... Did you hear the hunt, Mats?
MATS. No hunt at this time of day, girl!
KERSTI. But I heard it!
MATS. Hardly!—What did your mother have to say?
KERSTI. She bothered me until I thought she would bother the life out of me.
MATS. Yes, dear, there can be no peace or happiness for us until our union has been hallowed and our baby baptised.
KERSTI. As long as the old folk resist there can be no wedding. But we must pray the Lord to bless our union before we give baby a name.
MATS. So we have agreed, and now it may as well be done.
KERSTI. Everything is ready, as you see.