Selma—I can't. I must go home. Father will think
I have been captured by the villagers.
(She removes her basket from the sun and lays the leaves upon her berries.)
He said: "You will not find them." But I did.
Oswald—Sit down.
Selma— I can't.—It makes my berries red.
Father will say: "You see? They are not ripe."
(She goes about under the boughs selecting the largest of the leaves.)
It makes them black, then makes them red again.
(After a pause.)
I heard bells ring last night. I dreamed I did.
I called and they called and you would not come.
I thought you could not hear me where you were.
Oswald—In a great forest once two children lived.
They used to wander about the wood. One day,
Playing among the trees, suddenly they heard
Small voices calling: "Ho, children!" At that—