HADDA PADDA. That...
INGOLF. Are you teasing me?
RANNVEIG [enters from the back, knitting, sits down]. What a lovely day it is.
HADDA PADDA. Veiga, dear, you promised to darn my lilac stockings for me. I haven't any to wear to-morrow.
RANNVEIG [considering]. How about the yellow ones?
HADDA PADDA. Oh, Runa must have taken them; I couldn't find them.
RANNVEIG [gets up]. Well, I can't let you go barefooted. [Goes out.]
INGOLF. You are shrewd, Hadda Padda!—Now, tell it to me.
HADDA PADDA. First, kiss me!
INGOLF [kisses her].