In your place I should be proud of my appearance.
Thea.
Only look how she steps out——how free her glance is—how she holds herself, Martha. Isn't that pride?
Wendla.
Why not? I am so happy to be a girl; if I weren't a girl I should break down the next time——
(Melchior passes and greets them.)
Thea.
He has a wonderful head.
Martha.
He makes me think of the young Alexander going to school to Aristotle.