MATS. No, who would be hunting at this time of day?
KERSTI. What is it?
MATS. A soldier's daughter you are, and don't know!
KERSTI. Tell me!
MATS. That's at the camp, you know. They are calling them to evening prayers.
KERSTI. Of course—but everything seems strange and confused!
MATS. Come to the window, Kersti.
KERSTI. I think.... I'll just put the little one away.
MATS. The little one, you say?
KERSTI. [Rises very carefully and carries LIT-MATS to the bench by the fireplace, where she pulls him down and covers him up] Hushaby, hushaby!