HADDA PADDA [ startled ]. Good evening, Arngerd!
HERBORIST [ putting the bag aside ]. I seemed to recognise one of the sisters. It is you they call Hadda Padda.
HADDA PADDA. I came berrying with the children.
HERBORIST. I saw them down in the hollow.—It is lucky to visit the falls to-night.—I heard the song.—What a beautiful day! [ Sits down ]—Just look at the evening glow on that rock! [ Smiles. ] Its furrows seem like ruddy smiling lips!
HADDA PADDA [ looking up ]. Like bleeding wounds.
HERBORIST. Is the young lady in low spirits?
HADDA PADDA [ keeps silent ].
HERBORIST [ looking at the slope ]. What a host of blessed flowers! I'll soon get my bag filled here. There are some of the right kind among them I'm sure.
HADDA PADDA. That is a pretty bag you have.
HERBORIST. I thought it an insult to the flowers to put them in a coarse sack, so I took my pillow case.