INGEBORG. [Constantly becoming more animated.] I found the goat again.
HEMMING. No, it was I who first discovered it.
INGEBORG. Yes, yes, you are right; up there on the slope—
HEMMING. And then you took your garter.
INGEBORG. And bound it.
HEMMING. Yes, for we had come to pick strawberries.
INGEBORG. Over there on the hill, yes! And you had made me a birch-bark scrip.
HEMMING. But then it was we heard—
INGEBORG. The bear, ha, ha, ha! We had to cross the swamp just where it was the wettest,—
HEMMING. And then I took you in my arms.