[Goes.
Åse.
Peer!—God help me, now he’s off;
Reindeer-rider! Liar! Hei!
Will you listen!—No, he’s striding
O’er the meadow——! [Shrieks.] Help. I’m dizzy!
Two Old Women, with sacks on their backs, come down the path to the mill.
First Woman.
Christ, who’s screaming?
Åse.