Selma— Tell me here.
If I had listened to the forest birds,
I'd have no berries. And my fawns must eat.
Oswald—'Tis something serious.
Selma— Ah, you've been to town.
(As she saunters toward the log she reaches up in the air.)
Gossamers, where do they come from, Oswald?
You never are gay when you've heard the bells.
We are going to the mountains, may be. Then
You will not hear them. Are there berries there?
Rudolph said he saw flowers in the ice.
Think of that. Blue-bells.—You are like my crow.
(She takes a berry from her basket and holds it up between her fingers.)
If you will talk, you may.—I must go home.
(She pulls down a bough and begins to pick the leaves off, one by one.)
Oswald—I want you to go with me to the bridge.