Nora. Torvald.
Helmer. Yes.
Nora. If your little squirrel were to ask you for something very, very prettily—?
Helmer. What then?
Nora. Would you do it?
Helmer. I should like to hear what it is, first.
Nora. Your squirrel would run about and do all her tricks if you would be nice, and do what she wants.
Helmer. Speak plainly.
Nora. Your skylark would chirp about in every room, with her song rising and falling—
Helmer. Well, my skylark does that anyhow.