THYRA. It isn't nice here, and I want to go home.
PLAYMATE. Wait a little! Don't be so impatient.—There comes somebody else we know.
The JUDGE appears on the road.
PLAYMATE. He cannot come here and defile the spring. [He waves his hand; the spot of sunlight strikes the JUDGE, making him turn around and walk away] It is nice of you to be sorry for the old people, but you must believe that what I do is right. Do you believe that?
ERIC and THYRA. Yes, we believe it, we believe it!
THYRA. But I want to go home to mamma!
PLAYMATE. I'll let you go.
THE OTHER ONE appears in the background and hides himself behind the bushes.
PLAYMATE. For now I must go. The Angelus bell will soon be ringing——
ERIC. Where are you going, little boy?