I believe they enjoy it——even if they don't say so. If I ever have children I will let them grow up like the weeds in our flower garden. Nobody worries about them and they grow so high and thick——while the roses in the beds grow poorer and poorer every summer.
Thea.
If I have children I shall dress them all in pink. Pink hats, pink dresses, pink shoes. Only the stockings——the stockings shall be black as night! When I go for a walk they shall march in front of me.——And you, Wendla?
Wendla.
How do you know that you will have any?
Thea.
Why shouldn't we have any?
Martha.
Well, Aunt Euphemia hasn't any.
Thea.