PLAYMATE. Whoever feels at home has his home here.
THYRA. Can we play here?
PLAYMATE. Anywhere except in that avenue over there to the right.
ERIC. And may we pick the flowers?
PLAYMATE. You may pick any flowers you want, but you mustn't touch the tree at the fountain.
THYRA. What kind of tree is that?
ERIC. Why, you know, it is one of those they call [lowering his voice] "Christ's Blood-drops."
THYRA. You should cross yourself, Eric, when you mention the name of the Lord.
ERIC. [Makes the sign of the cross] Tell me, little boy, why mustn't we touch the tree?
THYRA. You should obey without asking any questions, Eric.—But tell me, little boy, why is that ugly scarecrow hanging there? Can't we take it away?