[Bertha comes in.]
BERTHA [To Abel]. Oh, good evening; are you here? What made you leave us?
ABEL. I thought it was tiresome.
BERTHA. Yes, there is no fun in rejoicing for others!
ABEL. No!
BERTHA [To Axel]. And you sit diligently niggling, I see.
AXEL. Yes, I'm daubing away.
BERTHA. Let me see! That's very good indeed—but the left arm is far too long.
AXEL. Do you think so?
BERTHA. Think so? Can't I see that it is? Give me the brush and—[She takes brush.]