MATS. Because I met the midwife, and she brought word of the little one.
KERSTI. Did she?
MATS. She did! He's sleeping, she said, so quietly, so quietly.
KERSTI. Oh!
MATS. Far in the forest!—What's that in your hair?
KERSTI. Mould.
MATS. Have you been buried?
KERSTI. Yes, already!
MATS. [Brushing the mould out of her hair] Ugh! Who did that?
KERSTI. Can't you tell?