The PLAYMATE smiles again.
ERIC. You say such things, Thyra, that he gets hurt——
PLAYMATE. No, my little friends, you don't hurt me—But now, if you are really good, we'll go and play in the open——
ERIC. Oh, yes, yes!—But then, you know, grandmother won't let us——
PLAYMATE. Yes, your grandmother has said that she wished you were out, and so we'll go before she changes her mind. Come on now!
THYRA. Oh, what fun! Oh——
The door in the rear flies open and through the doorway is seen a sunlit field planted with rye ready for the harvest. Among the yellow ears grow bachelor's-buttons and daisies.
PLAYMATE. Come, children! Come into the sunlight and feel the joy of living!
THYRA. Can't we take the sun-spot along? It's a pity to leave it here in the darkness.
PLAYMATE. Yes, if it is willing to go with you. Call it!