KERSTI. You are the midwife—Mrs. Larsson—are you not?
MIDWIFE. Of course, I am. It was I that helped you, my dear....
KERSTI. Oh, yes; but you promised never to speak of it.
MIDWIFE. And we won't! How—is the little one doing?
KERSTI. [Impatiently] Oh, well enough!
MIDWIFE. Better not be too impatient, dear....
KERSTI. Who says I am?
MIDWIFE. The snappy voice and the tap of the little foot! But now there is gold on your finger, I see. Then I shall be asked to a wedding shortly, I think.
KERSTI. You?
MIDWIFE. I am always at the baptism, but can never get to a wedding—and I think it would be such fun!