KERSTI. No, really?
MOTHER. They say that Mats is to have the mill.
KERSTI [Rising] Is it true?
MOTHER. As true as it is that rashness always gets into trouble.
KERSTI. So Mats gets the mill? Then he will marry, I guess?
MOTHER. They talk of that, too.
KERSTI. Whom do you think?
MOTHER. Whoever it be that his fancy will take—the crown she must surely be able to wear.
KERSTI. Oh!
MOTHER. Oh, indeed!—There is gold on your finger.