Hamar. My idea was that, if that horse were mine, I would stay here for the summer and break it in thoroughly. (SIGNE stops rocking herself and humming. HAMAR comes up to her chair and leans over her.) In that case I would not go back till the autumn, and then you could come with the horse and me into town. Wouldn't that be delightful?
Signe (after looking at him for a moment). Oh, yes, my dear, you always have such delightful ideas!
Hamar. Don't I! But the whole thing depends, of course, on whether you can get the horse from your father. Will you try, darling?
Signe. And then you would stay here all the summer?
Hamar. All the summer!
Signe. So as to break in the horse.
Hamar. Just to break in the horse!
Signe. And I would go with you into town in the autumn—that was what you said, wasn't it?
Hamar. Yes; wouldn't it be jolly?
Signe. Shall you take the bay horse to stay with your Aunt Ulla too?