BRITA. And Kersti likes to be alone for that matter. She can't stand having anybody look at her....
MOTHER. Now, now!
BRITA. When she is bathing, she doesn't want any company at all. But, of course, she's grown-up, so she doesn't have to be afraid....
KERSTI is turning and twisting to escape the stare of BRITA.
MOTHER. Keep still, girl!
BRITA. No, she's no longer any child. She's outgrown that, and a lot more. Perhaps the crown won't fit her even? Have you tried it on?
VERGER. [Quietly] That's what we are going to do in a little while.
He goes out accompanied by the MOTHER. Silence.
KERSTI seats herself at the table on the right-hand side and begins to play with the brass numbers.
BRITA. [Pursuing KERSTI with her stare] A merry wedding eve, isn't it?
KERSTI. Do you want to play games?