MOTHER. [To BRITA] What are you doing?
BRITA. A watch-chain, but there is hardly hair enough.
MOTHER. Where can you get any?
BRITA. I know where it ought to be pulled.
MOTHER. Horses pull.
BRITA. Hens are picked, pigs give bristles, and maidens are combed.—Combed hair is good, but cut is better.
FATHER. Hush, hush, grandfather is thinking. [Silence.
ANNA. [In a low voice to BRITA] What is he thinking of?
BRITA. You'll hear by and by. And all will have to swallow.
ANNA. Is it about Mats? [BRITA makes no answer] And Kersti? Will there be a wedding?