Blue suits me to a T!——Mamma pulled me out of bed by the hair. I fell with my hands out so on the floor.——Mamma prayed night after night with us——
Wendla.
In your place I should have run away long ago.
Martha.
There you have it! The reason I am going away!——There you have it!——They will soon see——oh, they will soon see! At least I shall never be able to reproach my mother——
Thea.
H'm, h'm.——
Martha.
Can you imagine, Thea, what Mamma meant by it?
Thea.