THYRA. But how could the sun be good? Now you are stupid, Eric.
ERIC. Of course the sun can be good—doesn't he make the grapes and the peaches?
THYRA. But if he is so good, then he might also give us a peach.
ERIC. So he will, if we only wait a little. Aren't there any on the ground at all?
THYRA. [Looking] No, but perhaps we might get one from the tree.
ERIC. No, grandmother won't let us.
THYRA. Grandmother has said that we mustn't shake the tree, but I thought we could play around the tree so that one might fall down anyhow—of itself.
ERIC. Now you are stupid, Thyra. That would be exactly the same thing. [Looking up at the tree] Oh, if only a peach would fall down!
THYRA. None will fall unless you shake.
ERIC. You mustn't talk like that, Thyra, for that is a sin.