Tjaelde. Just to be spoiled, and yourself to spoil us?
Valborg (from the window). I have finished the accounts, father.
Tjaelde. Doesn't it come out at about what I said?
Valborg. Almost exactly. Shall I enter it in the ledger at once?
Tjaelde. Oho! You are glad then, as you seem in such it hurry?
Valborg. Certainly! Such a good stroke of business!
Tjaelde. And both you and Sannaes tried your best to dissuade me from it!
Valborg. Such a pair of wiseacres!
Mrs. Tjaelde. Ah, your father is your master, my dear!
Tjaelde. Tjaelde. Oh, it is easy enough to captain a small army that marches on, instead of a big one that is in retreat. (VALBORG goes on with her work.)