Hilda.
[Lays her head on the stove, and answers as if half asleep.] No more pills? Poor Doctor Herdal!
Dr. Herdal.
[Bitterly.] No—nothing but cosy commonplace grey powders for a whole troop of children.
Hilda.
[Lively again..] Not grey powders! [Quite seriously.] I will tell you what you shall make next. Beautiful rainbow-coloured powders that will give one a real grip on the world. Powders to make every one free and buoyant, and ready to grasp at one's own happiness, to dare what one would. I will have you make them. I will—I will!
"Beautiful rainbow-coloured powders that will give one a real grip on the world!"
Dr. Herdal.
H'm! I am not quite sure that I clearly understand. And then the ingredients——?